“I wish I was as certain of it as you are,” said I.
“Well, now, the only way we can find out is to go there and give everything a good overhauling, when there is nobody there to prevent us,” said Tom.
“Don’t you suppose that Henderson has thought of that already?”
“Let him. Who cares? We will go there and give things another examination after he has left. I tell you, Carlos, it is our only chance,” insisted Tom. “And with that pocket-book in our hands we can carry the day, I bet you.”
“Do you mean to go without letting anybody know it?”
“Certainly. Henderson will wake up and find Bob here, and that is all he cares for. I don’t suppose he has taken a single glance at us. Will you go?”
“We’ll have to see Mr. Chisholm first.”
“Exactly. I don’t imagine that our horses can stand the trip——”
“They’ve got to stand it,” said I, for Tom was so anxious about the matter that I began to feel some of his enthusiasm. “If Mr. Chisholm thinks it safe I will go. But, Tom, we have men to deal with who are just as cunning as we are. I’ll bet you that we find that ranch overhauled when we get there.”
“They can’t travel faster than we can,” said Tom confidently.