Mr. Warren said he couldn't see any, and asked the boys to come in.
"That's because the tale is in our heads," replied Bob, seating himself in the chair that was pointed out to him. "Will you be kind enough to dump the things out of this valise and tell us what you think of them.
"What's in it?" inquired Mr. Warren, who looked puzzled.
Bob, by way of response, waved his hand toward Tom, who said, in answer to the gentleman's inquiring glance:
"I didn't have time to make a very thorough examination of its contents, for the robbers didn't stay away long enough; but—"
"The robbers!" exclaimed Mr. Warren.
"Yes; the men who are camping in the gorge. But I can't make you understand it, unless I go at it right," said Tom, who then went on to tell his story, to which Mr. Warren listened with the closest attention.
When Tom ceased speaking, he said:
"And so you knew that there was something in the gorge before you took possession of your cabin, did you? Well, your Uncle Hallet suspected it."