"How much is there, all together, Hiram?" Clancy asked.
"You're shy just half of the fifteen thousand, Clancy," was the reply; "there's only seventy-five hundred here–hardly enough to bother with."
CHAPTER XIII.
A "WIRELESS" FOR LAFE.
Clancy was startled. He had only been half as successful as he thought he had.
"Well, thunder!" he exclaimed, sitting up in bed. "Last night, Hiram, I was sure I had all the money that had been taken from Phoenix by Lafe."
"This Was Bob Katz's satchel, wasn't it?" Hill asked, nodding toward the grip.
"Yes."
"Well, Katz said he had only severity-five hundred in it, when it was taken from him by Hogan and Wynn."