Casco was astonished to come upon the pair, and still more taken aback to behold them at work counting a big roll of bills.
“What does this mean?” he muttered to himself. “They can’t have been so near all this while.”
He drew closer, and nervously clutched the heavy stick he held in his right hand.
“It’s right,” said Frank finishing the counting.
“You have every dollar of the eighteen hundred there?” asked Bob.
“Yes.”
“Good enough. Now we might as well go back without delay. I am dead tired.”
“I should think you would be, not having any sleep since last night. Perhaps Mr. Larchmond will give us a shake down.”
“I hope so.”
“Where is that wonderful photographic outfit you wrote me about?”