“I should say they did.” Dick exhibited the five-dollar bill. “He said this would pay for the gasolene and the other stuff, and I was to keep the change. I kept it.” “But the chauffeur paid for the gasolene!” cried Roy. “Call them back!” “You go out and call,” said Dick, dryly. “They’re a mile away by this time. If they want their money, they’ll come back for it. Meanwhile it goes to Mrs. Peel.” He deposited the five-dollar note in the till. Harry clapped her hands ecstatically. “Six dollars more!” she cried. “You must all help me put it down. How much were the sardines, Dick?” Half an hour later a small boy appeared and bought a bottle of peppermint and two sticks of candy, and that completed the day’s sales. At six o’clock they closed the store. Chub locked the door into the living-rooms and put the key on a nearby shelf. “There’s no use having that open,” he said, “since Jennie isn’t coming.” On the sidewalk they paused irresolutely. “You take it over to her,” said Chub to Dick, holding forth the key. But Dick shrank away from it. “Not me!” he cried. “I never could make her hear!” “Look here,” said Roy, “why not keep the key ourselves? It isn’t likely that Mrs. Peel will be back before to-morrow. We can come over early in the morning and open up again.” “Of course,” Harry agreed. “And we’ll leave a note on the door in case she should come.” So the note was written and pinned up, and they started back to the boat. “Do you think,” asked Harry, uneasily, when they were climbing the hill, “that it’s quite safe to leave all that money in the store over night? There’s over twenty dollars.” Chub waved the key under her nose. “But some one might break in,” she insisted. “Shucks! Don’t you worry, Harry; I’ll wager there hasn’t been a robbery around here since the place was started.” “You don’t know, Chub. Does he?” she appealed to the others. “If that money should be stolen, you’ll have to make it good.” “Me?” asked Chub. “Certainly. I’ll make it good. That’s one of the easy things I do. I hereby place myself under a thirteen-dollar bond.” CHAPTER XXI THE BURGLARY “Kerosene, potatoes, condensed milk, cheese, and bacon,” said Dick, writing the items on a slip of paper. Chub groaned. “More bacon?” he asked dismally. “Well, we’ve got to have some sort of meat,” answered Dick, “and we can’t get fresh meat here. All those things we can get at the store to-morrow. But we’ll have to reach a real town pretty soon. We ought to have meat and fresh vegetables and fruit.” “Look here,” said Roy, “there are plenty of farms around here. Why not see if we can’t get some vegetables and fruit at one of them to-morrow? And some milk too?” “Good idea,” said Chub. “I delegate you and Dick to buy those things.” “I don’t mind,” said Dick. “There’s a farm, a big old farm a little way beyond the village; you can see it from the road. And seems to me it’s almost time for corn, isn’t it?” “Sure,” said Roy. “And don’t we need more eggs?”