He and Greg were gone some time, for, as usual, the ice over the top of the spring had to be chopped away before the water could be obtained.
So, when Hen came in, after pouring his bucketful into the barrel, he noted that the plunder had vanished.
"What did you do with all the stuff ?" Greg demanded curiously.
"It has vanished," smiled Dick.
Greg said no more, but started outside, followed by Hen.

Later in the afternoon Greg was told, in whispers, where the plunder had been hidden anew.

Hen, too, demanded this information, but the Grammar School boys thought it best not to enlighten him.

If Dutcher were caught alone in the cabin by a fellow like Mr.Fits, Hen wasn't likely to hold out his knowledge against threats, and Fits must not be given another chance at the plunder he had first stolen and then hidden.
Soon after darkness came on supper was ready.
"I wonder if we're going to hear the ghosts to-night," muttered Greg.
"No one knows that," Dick answered.

"But I think we'd better keep one fellow on guard when the rest go to bed.