THE CONSPIRATORS ARE DISGUSTED.
Less than an hour later found Robert at Herman Wenrich's modest home. A ring at the door bell brought Nettie Wenrich, who smiled pleasantly upon seeing our hero.
"My father is much better, thank you," said the girl, in reply to Robert's question concerning her parent's health. "I was afraid he would not get well before, but now I am sure he will."
"I am glad to hear that," answered the boy.
"Those men were here again," went on Nettie. "They are very anxious to get the map, and they offered my father fifty dollars for it."
"They offered two hundred dollars," came from the bedchamber, for Robert and Nettie were ascending the stairs, and old Herman Wenrich had overheard the talk. "The fifty dollar offer was only their first."
The old lumberman shook hands cordially.
"But you have the map, haven't you?" questioned Robert eagerly.
"To be sure I have, my lad. Herman Wenrich's word is as good as his bond."