"You may regret those words," was Matt's brief reply; and for the time being he said no more.
In the meanwhile Jackson had struck a match and lit the somewhat smoky lantern he carried.
Seeing to it that Matt was safe in Marvelling's custody, the constable sprang down from the bridge to the rocks below. A second later he disappeared under the bridge.
The two above heard him rummaging around in the loose stones and among the brush for all of five minutes. Both listened for some call from him, the store-keeper all the while keeping a tight hold on Matt's arm.
"Well, have you found anything?" cried the store-keeper at last, unable longer to stand the suspense.
"I have," returned Jackson, and a second later he appeared again, holding in his hand a carving-knife and two spoons.
"Found these under the bridge," he explained, as he clambered up upon the structure again. "They are your goods, I take it."
"Of course they are my goods!" cried Isaac Marvelling, as he glanced at the articles. "Is that all?" he went on disappointedly.
"That's all I could find. There may be more there or in the water."
