Ted and Hal did not forget them, though, and the more they thought of
the queer way they had been taken away in the night, the more they
felt sure that the stones must have gold in them, or, at least,
something that the tramps wanted badly enough to come and take it.
And that it was the tramps, or some man, or men, who had taken the
blue stones, Hal and Ted felt certain.
"For no dog or other animal could carry away every stone," said Hal.
"Anyhow a dog wouldn't want them, nor a fox either. It was the tramps
all right."
"Maybe they wouldn't like us to go to the cave and get the stones
back," suggested Ted.
"Well, the tramps can't have the blue stones," said Hal, shaking his
head. "We found 'em, and they're Trouble's. But he's so little he
don't want any gold, so we'll give it to your grandfather and
grandmother."
"Don't you want any?" asked Ted.
"No. My father's got lots of money. I just want to find some gold for
you. I got my light from under my pillow," and Hal showed it to Ted.
They were out behind the sleeping tent talking, and Ted had his
pockets full of cookies and little cakes he had begged from Nora.
"Though what in the world the child is going to do with them all, is
more than I can guess," laughed the maid. "But I s'pose the children
are always hungry."
Ted and Hal were now ready to go to the cave.
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