“Was it much of a robbery?” questioned Grace.
“The guards said it was, and that they was lookin’ into every outfit in the Park, hopin’ to find the fellers who did this job and the other one.”
“What about the men who, you say, have been watching our camp?” asked Hippy, regarding the guide keenly.
“Last night I woke up and found them nosin’ about where the ponies was. I didn’t dare shoot for fear of hittin’ one of the horses. I yelled at ’em and they run away. I seen ’em again just before daylight, then to-day I seen one of ’em watchin’ from a distance. That’s all I know about it.”
“Were they Park guards?” asked Tom.
“They might have been, but I reckon they wasn’t.”
“What we need in this outfit is our old Pony Rider Boys. They’d solve the mysteries of the Yellowstone National Park in short order. Let us forget our troubles in food,” urged Stacy, setting an example for his companions by helping himself to a plateful.
“The guards, I suppose, did not voice a suspicion of any particular persons, did they?” asked Miss Briggs.
The guide shook his head.
“We shall have to dismiss Chunky,” nodded Emma. “I fear the Overlanders may lose their reputations soon if—”