"Under the gun, by the track." And Si pointed out the place with his forefinger. "Under the gun! Why, that is where Haskett said Walter hid it!" was Paul's comment, before he stopped to think twice. "I mean--that is, Haskett said something about it," he stammered. "I know he did," answered the Yankee youth, coldly. Walter's face was burning hotly now, and he could scarcely trust himself to speak. "Si, do you think I put that money there?" he asked in a strained voice. "I'm sure I don't know what to think," was the dogged answer, and now Si turned his gaze away. "Haskett said--well, you know what,--and Cal Blinker backed him up in it," he went on, hesitatingly. "Yes, I know what Haskett and Blinker said," answered Walter. "But--but--do you think I stole your money?" The words would scarcely come, but he forced them out. "I don't say that, Walter; but the whole thing looks mighty queer." "I have it!" burst out Caleb. "Perhaps Walter put the money there when he was asleep. Folks often do queer things when they have the nightmare." "Yes, but if he put it there while he was asleep, how did he come by it in the first place?" questioned Si, bluntly. "Perhaps he took it out of the bag while he was asleep on the train," suggested Caleb. "You had the bag with you all the way from Boston, didn't you?" "Yes." "And Walter bunked with you, too?" "He did." "Then it's as plain as day," went on the old gunner. "Walter took the money while you were asleep on the train and hid it away in his clothing, or somewhere. When he got on board he took to sleep-walking and put the piece under the gun. Of course he doesn't know anything about the transaction." Again all eyes were turned upon Walter, whose face was as red as ever. "Perhaps that's true--but it's mighty queer," murmured Colton, the second gun-captain. "I don't believe I did anything of the sort!" cried the youth, at last. "I can give you my word on it that I never saw Si's money until just now. To my mind, this whole matter is a job put up by Jim Haskett. He took the money, and then when Si raised such an ado about it he was afraid to get it changed or to spend it, and he watched his chance to get rid of it. He's down on me, and when he heard me mutter in my sleep he formed his plan to get me into trouble. I'm going to find Haskett on the spot." And off he rushed before anybody could detain him. Haskett was discovered mending his jacket, which had become torn the evening before. "What do you want?" he asked, as Walter ran up and caught him fiercely by the arm. "I want you to own up to your dirty trick on me," answered the boy. "You thought you had me, but your little plot won't work." "What do you mean?" blustered Haskett, although he knew well enough what was coming. By this time the crowd had followed Walter, and they gathered round the pair. Soon Haskett had heard all there was to say.