Tom led the way to a thicket
an eighth of a mile from camp. Here he produced from hiding three
repeating rifles and several boxes of ammunition.
"We'll hold on to these," Hazelton said.
"For what reason?"
"They'll come in handy to steer off that other crowd."
"I wouldn't be bothered with keeping the rifles about camp," Tom
retorted, as they started backward.
"But say! Gage's man that went to Dugout will soon be back.
Do you forget that he carries a rifle?"
"Jim Ferrers will be back at about the same time," Tom rejoined.
"They'll have rifles until the camp will look like an outdoor
arsenal. We don't want these added rifles around camp. Besides,
if we kept 'em we'd soon begin to feel like thieves with other
folks' property."
"What are you going to do with these guns, then?"
"By tomorrow," Reade proposed, "I rather expect to put these guns
out where Gage's crew can find them again."
"Well, you're full of faith in human nature, then!" gasped Harry.
"Wait and see what happens," begged Tom.
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