You've seen your last of that fellow around here.

But now, another matter.

One of your mates told me, Prescott, that you had uncovered a lot of plunder here in the cabin." "Yes, sir; we did," Dick admitted.
"Where is it ?" questioned the constable.
Dick started toward the new hiding place, then halted, turning.
"May I ask, Mr.Dock, why you want to know ?" "Because," replied the constable promptly, "as an officer of the law I want to take that plunder in charge.

In turn I'll hand it over to the Gridley police." "Oh, all right, sir." Dick went to the hiding place, bringing forth all the plunder, including his own watch and his mother's fan.
"You'll give us a receipt for these articles, won't you, Mr.Dock ?" "Certainly, if you want one," nodded the constable.

"Just place the stuff on the table, and I'll list it." This was done, and Constable Dock wrote out a receipt in due form, which he handed to young Prescott.
"And now I'll be off and away," said the constable, rising and pulling on a heavy, short hunting coat.