His demand was not immediately obeyed, but it aroused Clyde to action,
if it did nothing else. The money was still lying on the table. What was
to be done with it?
"Here, you rascals, let me in! Do you hear?" thundered the angry man.
There was a vicious thump upon the door, which threatened serious
results if repeated many times.
"Open this door, or I will break it down!"
Clyde knew that his uncle could do this, if he made up his mind to it,
and the knowledge did not tend to increase his feeling of security. But
that money!
He looked around the room hastily for a hiding place. The house was
heated in the winter by a furnace, and there was a register in the boys'
room. This would offer a safe depository.
Quickly sweeping the money into his handkerchief, he tied the four
corners of it with a piece of twine that he carried in his pocket, and,
lifting the iron register from its bed, hung the little bundle in the
hole.
It was the work of but an instant to make the twine fast so that money
and all would not roll down the tin pipe. There was little chance that
the hiding-place would be discovered.
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