"He must have run away as soon as he saw how affairs were shaping," put in Dick. "I hope he rounds up the whole gang."
"So do I, and Dan Baxter with them," answered Tom.
Overhead, they could hear a constant tramping of feet and murmur of voices. They tried to make out what was being said, but could not.
Left to themselves, the three Rovers turned to the opening that had been made in the wall. A match was lit for a moment, so that Tom could see just what had been done, and then all three set to work to continue the task. It was certainly hard work, and their progress was exasperatingly slow.
"If we only had a pick or a crowbar we could get these stones out in no time," grunted Tom, as he pulled away with all his strength.
The noise overhead continued, and a little later they heard some men come down in another portion of the cellar.
"We must save the plates, at all events," they heard Sack Todd say.
"We can't duplicate them, now old Messmer is dead."
"Yes, save the plates, by all means," put in Andy Jimson.
"Do you think the ranch is surrounded?" asked another of the crowd.
"It may be."