Then Millard suddenly stepped into a clump of tall bushes. Though his
game was now out of sight, Jack did not lose his nerve, for he could
hear the fellow.
Spink! spank! clank! The noise came from a shovel, vigorously used.
"Not a hard one to guess," throbbed Captain Jack Benson, exultantly.
"He has brought his maps and his stolen records with him, and is
burying them in this lonely spot until some other time when he'll feel
safe about coming back for them. Talk about luck! Why, Hal and I can
pounce on this fellow, when he comes out over yonder, and, after we get
him, we can next dig up whatever it is that this foreign agent thinks
is worth burying!"
Then, with a shade of curiosity, Benson added to himself:
"I don't know, yet, how it happened that Hal was on my trail. There
wasn't time for him to tell me."
Clank! clank! But after a while the noise of the shovel ceased for a
while. Captain Jack craned his neck eagerly, trying to pierce the
darkness of the night. He could make out nothing, though he heard
some one still moving inside the clump of bushes.
Then again the noise of the shovel on the dirt was heard.
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