crowd," was Dick's comment. "He looks as if he might be a thorough gentleman."
"He certainly looks like a city man," answered Sam. "Perhaps he has come to see this Sack Todd on business."
"Perhaps."
They watched the man for several minutes and saw him get a letter from his pocket and read it attentively. Then he closed his eyes as if to take a nap, throwing his pipe on a chair.
"Whoever he is, he is making himself at home," observed the youngest Rover.
"Let us move on to the next window," said his brother. "Now is our best chance to size up the place—while most of the crowd are getting their supper."
As silently as before, they moved along in the darkness to where the light was streaming from the third window, not far from a corner of the ranch. Then each of the boys raised himself up with the slowness of an Indian on a trail.
Nobody seemed to be in the room, and, growing bolder, they drew nearer, until they could get a good view of the interior. They saw a table and several chairs, and also a desk and a safe. On the table was the lamp, and beside this, s*ireral piles of new, crisp bank bills.
"My gracious! Look at the money!" gasped
