t we heard from him he was nabbed away out in Australia,
for doing some bank sneaking, I think. Anyhow, he was sent to prison.
Father told us not to mention his name again; and we never have all the
time we've lived in Stanhope."

"Oh! well," advised Paul, "I wouldn't feel so bad about it, Joe. I
suppose he's changed his name now. So that if he gets into a scrape in
this country nobody need know he belongs to the Clausin family. But Joe,
how did he know about the value of the papers your father kept in that
tin box?"

"Well, I can tell you that, Paul. I've often thought it over; and the
only thing that strikes me is this. Uncle Henry, being in this country
after escaping from prison, was coming to see his brother, perhaps to
ask him for help. He may have happened in just when dad fainted, with
one of his attacks; and found the tin box on the floor. Perhaps he did
strike dad on the head. No matter, he examined what was in that box, and
must have counted it valuable, for he grabbed the whole thing, and lit
out for the mountain till the chase blew over. Now you know as much as I
do. But don't I hope we c'n get them papers back again."

CHAPTER XXXIII

WHAT PAUL FOUND--CONCLUSION

"What if those men should come back again, and take us prisoners?"
suggested Bobolink, anxiously.

"Oh! I don't think they'll do that," replied Paul. "But it might pay us
to look around, and see what they have here."

With the lantern to give them light, the boy scouts began an examination
of the piles of material which the tramp called Pim, and his companion
had accumulated in their snug retreat. Food was found, also some bottles
of liquor, which latter Paul took great pleasure in immediately
smashing.

"Say, look what I've found!" called Bobolink.

It was a dangerous looking revolver, of the short-nosed, bulldog
pattern. Perhaps it belonged to Pim, for it lay close to where he had
been sleeping. And while he did not exactly like the looks of it, Paul
felt that they would be safer from attack while they had possession of
this weapon.

"Here's a bottle of kerosene for the lanterns!" announced Joe,
presently; he had been searching feverishly around, possibly in hopes of
finding the papers; though Paul felt sure they were snugly reposing in
the pocket of Hank at that moment, wherever he might be.

It was finally decided to stay there for the balance of the night. They
could of course have gone back, now that they possessed mean