They found none, but captured a bulky bundle of-- "Of WHAT ?" If the words had been lightning they could not have leaped with a more stunning suddenness from Huck's blanched lips.

His eyes were staring wide, now, and his breath suspended--waiting for the answer.

The Welshman started--stared in return--three seconds--five seconds--ten -- then replied: "Of burglar's tools.

Why, what's the MATTER with you ?" Huck sank back, panting gently, but deeply, unutterably grateful.

The Welshman eyed him gravely, curiously--and presently said: "Yes, burglar's tools.