He was almost ready to give up in despair, when, to his great joy, his cousin, in tossing about and trying to find a more comfortable position, rolled partly off his rude bed.
Frank was prompt to seize upon the opportunity thus presented, for it was now or never.
As quick as thought, he drew the saddle-bags toward him, unbuckled the flap, and plunged his hand in the pocket.
As he did so, his fingers came in contact with something wrapped up in a piece of paper.
Hardly able to suppress the cry of exultation that arose to his lips, he seized upon it, and, raising himself to his knees, untied the paper with hands that trembled violently.
The fire, which the hunter had replenished several times during the night, was burning brightly, and, by the aid of the light it threw out, Frank saw that he had found what he wanted.
The next thing was to leave the camp without arousing either of his companions.
Frank steals the money.
Hastily buckling the flap, he pushed the saddle-bags back to their place, and arose to his feet.