Bob was several yards ahead, moving along slowly, with his eyes bent on the ground. Suddenly he gave a low cry.
“Here it is!”
“You have it?” inquired Frank, running up.
“Isn’t this the roll?”
“Yes.” The young man’s face took on a look of relief. “Oh, how thankful I am!”
“Better examine it and make sure,” suggested Bob.
“Oh, it must be all right.”
Nevertheless, Frank hastily undid the paper and elastics which were placed about the roll of money, and began to count the bills.
So absorbed did both he and Bob become that they did not notice the approach of a tall form from a mass of shrubbery which grew close to the road.
The newcomer was Jim Casco, who was on his return to Raymond’s Hotel, satisfied that for the present, at least, it was safe to do so.