Dan took a good look at him--the blazing fire on the hearth made the cabin almost as light as day--and then reaching out his hand drew David's clothes toward him.

He searched all the pockets carefully, but there was nothing in them except a pocket-knife with two broken blades, and that was not what Dan was looking for.

Muttering something under his breath Dan turned all the pockets inside out and then felt of the lining of the coat; but as nothing rewarded his search he tossed the clothes back upon the floor, and cautiously slipped his hand under his brother's pillow.

As he did so David suddenly raised himself upright in bed, and seizing the pillow, lifted it from its place.
"If you want to look under there, why don't you say so ?" he asked.
Almost any other boy would have been overcome with shame and mortification, but Dan was not easily abashed, and although he felt a little crestfallen, his face did not show it.
"It isn't there you see, don't you ?" said David.
"What isn't thar ?" growled Dan.
"Why, the ten-dollar bill you saw me have at the landing.

It isn't in my clothes either, or anywhere about the house." "I wasn't lookin' fur it," returned Dan.
"I'll tell you where it is, if you want to know," continued David.
"It is safe in Don Gordon's pocket-book, and you can't get it out of there.