As for Sikaso, he eyed old Mr. Barr from time to time, and then eyed
his axe in a way that made it very plain that the two were connected
in his mind in a manner that would have made it very uncomfortable
for the old financier.
But if Mr. Barr felt the atmosphere of repugnance to him that
pervaded the camp he did not show it.
He rolled up in his blanket as if he had been used to a rough bed
all his life and was soon apparently wrapped in deep sleep. The
boys, tired out as they were and not a little downcast at the turn
events had taken, soon followed him. An hour later the River Camp
was as silent as a graveyard with the exception of Ben Stubbs'
mighty snores.
It was then that old Mr. Barr, who had seemed so sound asleep,
cautiously raised his head from his blankets and peered about him.
After a few minutes of this he slipped into the few clothes he had
discarded when he went to bed and tiptoed past the sleeping
adventurers down to the river bank and the launch.
There was an evil smile on his face as he went that to those who
knew Luther Barr would have said as plain as print "Some mischief is
in the wind."
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When the boys awoke the next morning the sun was streaming down on
their sleeping place with a strength that showed that it had been up
some time.
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