"And you are certain Mr. Rover isn't coming West?"
"No, he's laid up with a game leg, and won't move for a month. I got that straight from the hired man." There was a pause. "What do you reckon I had best do next?"
"Telegraph to my father at Denver—you know his assumed name, and let him advise you. I suppose the boys and that Wumble will go straight through to the mining district now."
"More than likely."
"Then father and Roebuck will have to stop them out there, although how it's to be done I don't know."
At this juncture a waiter came forward, and closed down the window, and the balance of the conversation was lost to the two Rover boys.
CHAPTER XX
JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE
"What do you think of that?" whispered Dick, as he led the way back to the sidewalk.
"It's all as plain as day," replied his brother. "This Bradner was set to watch the house immediately after the robbery occurred. More than likely he was around at the time of the robbery."