Ask the nurse, please--?"
"Oh, no," objected that young lady. "It would not be wise for you
to take another boat ride to-day. We will ask the doctor about it
tomorrow."
"Don't be impatient, father," pleaded Laurel. "You must not forget
how weak your head has been."
"All right, child. But I want it cleared up," he murmured. "I feel
there is no safety for me until I'm vindicated."
"Come on, Jack," whispered Cora. "We must open that can."
Paul was leaving. Cora and Jack walked to the dock with him. He
assured them both that Mr. Breslin would call very soon, and also
promised to be on hand on the following Wednesday evening when the
girls and boys were planning to have a celebration.
"They will never know but that it is really paint," Cora remarked,
as she and Jack walked boldly up the path with the precious tin can.
"Just take it around to the back, and be careful opening it."
"Dynamite?" asked Jack with a smile.
"No, but you might damage something," she replied.
"No worry about damaging myself?" he persisted. "Well, Cora, I hope
it contains--some jewels. Wouldn't that be nice?"
There was no chance for further conversation. Cora went to the
porch while her brother carried out her instructions. Presently she
made some excuse, and left Laurel alone, talking with her father.
She found Jack sitting on the wash bench with the can opened and in
his hands.
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