“He has eighteen hundred dollars in there that I know of,” said Claude. “I remember that when he sold those hundred head to the paymaster at the fort I passed through the hall and saw a big wad of greenbacks on the table. He got twenty dollars apiece for the cattle, and that would clear him two thousand dollars; but he has since paid out about two hundred of it.”
“That’s a power of money,” said Harding, his eyes sparkling when he thought of handling that amount. “That would be—how much apiece?”
“For three of us? That would make six hundred dollars.”
“Now, can you keep still if I tell you something?” asked Harding suddenly.
“Of course I can. I can keep a secret.”
“Well, Ainsworth and me have come here with the intention of seeing the contents of that safe before we go away.”
“I know it.”
“You do?” exclaimed Harding, looking at him suspiciously. “Who told you of it?”
“Nobody. I just knew it from the way you acted.”
“Do you suppose anyone else suspects it?”