There must be something still of value in our possession." He relapsed into an affectation of thoughtfulness.

Trent watched him curiously.

He knew quite well that his partner was dissembling, but he scarcely saw to what end.

Monty's eyes, moving round the grass-bound hut, stopped at Trent's knapsack which hung from the central pole.

He uttered a little exclamation.
"I have it," he declared.