Noticed yesterday that the strap was loose." He straightened up from a contemplation of his boot heel; with a sudden thought, he searched the inner pocket of his coat.
"And that isn't all.

By George, I've lost my pocketbook, and a lot of money in it! But it can't be far; I've lost it somewhere on my boy chase.
Come on, Dewing; help me hunt for it." They left the boy at his mending and took the back track.

Before they had gone a dozen yards Dewing saw the lost spur, far down the hill, lodged under a prickly pear.

Stanley, searching intently for his pocketbook, did not see the spur.

And Dewing said nothing; he lowered his eyelids to veil a sudden evil thought, and when he raised them again his eyes, which for a little had been clear of all save boyish mischief, were once more tense and hard.
Robert E.Lee Carr clattered gayly by them and pushed up the hill to recover his hat.