"Let him lie," said Hodge.
"I have a fancy to take a peep at him," said Frank. "Hold still. I want a match. I have one."
Bringing out a match, he struck it and shaded it with his hands, throwing the light on the prostrate man.
The light of the match showed them that the fellow was an unusually large Mexican, dressed after the custom of his people in somewhat soiled finery.
"Dead to the world!" sighed Jack Ready softly.
The match died out in Frank's fingers, but Merry did not rise.
"What are you doing?" asked Jack. "Are you accumulating his valuables?"
"Hardly," said Merry. "I'm thinking."
"Can such a thing make you think! What is passing in your massive brain?"
"I have an idea."