"Then you have got to take me with you," said Sam promptly.
"Sam, you had better let me go with Dick," put in Tom.
"No, I want to go," insisted the youngest Rover, and so it was at last decided.
"I don't see how you are going to approach that ranch in broad daylight," said Fred. "As they have guards on the road, it is more than likely they have guards around the ranch also."
"I think I'll wait until night, Fred—or at least until it is dark."
After that the boys spent the time in exploring the woods and looking over the plains beyond. They saw several wagon tracks, apparently leading to nowhere in particular, and they also found something of a cave, covered with logs and heaped-up brushwood.
"Something more to investigate," said Tom, and began to pull the brushwood away, followed by his companions. The logs followed, and there was revealed to them an opening at least twenty feet square by half that in height.
"What do you call this?" questioned Tom, as he kicked something of metal lying under a pile of dead leaves.
"It's a roller of some sort," answered Songbird.
