of his lungs. "Somebody is here who doesn't belong here!"
At his cry one after another leaped up.
"What's thet?" demanded old Jacob.
"Somebody just entered your room."
"There he goes—out of the window!" ejaculated Robert Menden, and ran toward the spot, only to stumble over a chair and stub his toe so severely that he set up a howl of pain.
Old Jacob turned quickly enough to see the man's head as he swung from the window-sill to the ground below, a distance of less than twelve feet. In the darkness he saw the fellow, a native, rush away at top speed.
"Stop, ye villain!" he roared. "Stop, or I'll fire!" Then he ran to his bed to get his revolver, which had been placed under his pillow, but by the time he reached the window again the midnight marauder had disappeared into a wood opposite the inn.
"He must have entered the rooms for the purpose of robbing us," said Dick. "Let us light the lamp and see if anything is missing."
A match was struck and the lamp turned up as high as possible, and then they began an examination of their clothing and bundles. Only one set of trouser-pockets had been cleaned out—those belonging to Bob, who had lost a good knife, a bunch of keys and a couple of dollars in
