and Ken. We’ve done everything we can for the poor old fellow. May as well get back to camp and try to catch a few winks before dawn.”

In sober silence the Scouts drove back to the motel. A light was on—in the front office, but Mr. Walz was not there.

“There’s a light in Stony’s cabin, too,” Jack noted as the car turned into the driveway. “That’s funny! I distinctly recall turning it off after everyone left.”

“That’s right, you did!” Ken exclaimed.

No one spoke for a moment as the same thought occurred to all: Stony’s mysterious attacker might have returned!

Mr. Livingston stopped the car and switched off the ignition.

“Come on, boys,” he said grimly, heading for the cabin. “We’ll find out about this!”

Chapter 3 THE TREASURE MAP

Chapter 3

THE TREASURE MAP

At the doorway of Old Stony’s cabin, Mr. Livingston and the Scouts halted. Inside, crouching on the floor, a man was riffling through a box of papers, evidently pulled from beneath the bed.

It was Jarrett Walz.

Mr. Livingston coughed. At once the motel owner whirled around. Caught by surprise, he lost his balance and collapsed awkwardly on the floor.

“Oh, back already?” he asked.

“We didn’t expect to find you here,” Mr. Livingston said pointedly.

Mr. Walz got to his feet. He shoved the box of papers back under the bed and said, “I was just looking through some of poor Old Stony’s junk.”

“So we noticed,” the Scout leader answered dryly. “Find what you were after?”

Walz gave him a quick, suspicious look. He said evenly, “I was trying to find the names of any relatives Old Stony may have.”

“Any luck?”

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