Frank and Beaver Bill gazed upon the scene with interest and surprise.
“Goodness!” exclaimed the young inventor, with amazement. “I had no idea this was such a place. There is quite a den of the rascals here.”
“Yer right!” agreed the trapper. “I reckon, though, we’ve got to work pooty careful in this locality, for we’re close onto the foe.”
“I agree with you,” said Frank. “But I am very curious to see what is inside that stone house.”
“Wait a bit,” said the trapper, in a cautious manner. “I reckon it’ll be a better time to try thet arter they’ve made up ther minds ter turn in fer ther night.”
“All right; we will wait awhile.”
This they proceeded to do.
Time passed slowly, and then matters seemed to have got quiet in the counterfeiters’ camp.
It seemed as if the majority of them must have turned in, and with this belief Frank whispered:
“I think we’re safe enough now, Bill.”