"All right," said Bemis. "Come ahead."
They took up the satchels and started off again, and Ralph followed them as before. They came to a creek, and, after lining its shore for nearly a mile, to a large roughly-made scow. Both boarded the craft, disappeared in its hold, reappeared, and came to the shore again.
"We'll just enjoy the ready cash for the time being," said Slump, "and later find out a safe way to deal with Farrington."
When they had gone, Ralph went aboard the scow. A scuttle led down into its hold. Its cover was closed with a strong spring bolt. Ralph drew this back and sat over the edge of the scuttle.
He peered down, prepared to push the cover clear back, when he slipped and went below headlong. The cover fell tightly shut, and he was a prisoner.
Ralph did not mind this much at the time. He believed he could readily force up the cover in some way when he wanted to leave the scow. He lit some matches and proceeded to search for the two satchels. He found them in a remote corner of the hold.
It was when he prepared to leave the hold that the young fireman discovered himself in a decided quandary. He could barely reach the
