CHAPTER XVII

I USE A POKER TO anyone who watched unseen, our progress homeward would undoubtedly have presented itself as peculiar. Dr. Firth’s suggestion that the jewels would be more secure in his safe filled Judy and Jack with a vision of the thief coming to find his hidden booty. They scented danger in every clump of scrub, and earnestly demanded of Dr. Firth whether he had a revolver. “Certainly I have—an excellent one,” he answered. “It’s in its case at home.” “Fancy you coming out to look for the jewels without it!” rebu…