"Not the first,
because it would be taking big chances, if, as we believe, one of the
robbers is concealed near where the stolen biplane may happen to be
lying, partly hidden with dead leaves, so it couldn't be noticed from
above; and he would be apt to do something we'd find unpleasant. And as
for going back and telling, we'll have to be mighty careful there."
"And why, Frank?"
"Well, to begin with, even the walls have ears, they say; and if the
police were suddenly called back from their hunt to the southwest, the
fact might get to the robbers; and you know what would happen then."
"Oh!" said Andy, shrugging his shoulders, "I suppose they'd just throw
this second job up, and cut stick for Canada, as fast as they could
make the aeroplane spin, which would be too bad for Chief Waller, and
Joe Green, and the rest of that bunch at Headquarters, who are already
figuring on how they'll spend their reward money they hope to get when
the bank pays for rounding-up the two thieves."
"But, perhaps, if we just told our fathers, Andy, they might get a few
bold men together and lay a beautiful trap for the fellows so that when
they broke into the pay-car, they would be made prisoners."
"Bully idea, that, Frank, and I hope you decide to carry it out. Just to
think what a pleasant surprise it would be for our butterfly collector,
expecting that he was going in to gather in another lot of plunder, and
then to hear a voice say to him: 'Hands up! you're our prisoners!' Oh!
wouldn't I like to be Johnny-on-the-spot when that happens.
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