The police will begin dragging the river by daylight." "They won't find the banker that way," chuckled Dick.

"He's alive." "Have you seen him ?" demanded the news editor.
"No; and I'm not going to say too much now, either," returned Dick, with unusual stubbornness.

"But 'The Blade' wants to take the keynote that Theodore Dodge is alive, and will turn up.

I believe Dave and I are going to make him turn up during the next spell of daylight." "We surely are!" laughed Darrin.
Mr.Bradley pressed them close with questions, but neither boy was inclined to reveal the secret of the trail along the railway roadbed.
"We're going to keep it all as our own scoop," Dick insisted.
"And please, Mr.Bradley, don't post the police about our idea.
If you do, the police will get the credit.

If we keep quiet, 'The Blade' will get all the credit that is coming." The news editor laid before Dick all the proofs and copy that had been prepared so far on the absorbing mystery of the night.
Prescott made some newsy additions to the story, and through it all took the confident keynote that the vanished banker would soon be heard from in the flesh.
The work done, and Bradley having already seen to the return of the horse to the livery stable, Dick and Dave went into an unused room, where they threw themselves down on piles of old papers.
Tired out, they slept without stirring.