“All right!” agreed the trapper.
With this they began to creep into the camp. Slowly and cautiously in the deep shadows they made their way toward the stone building.
Fortune seemed to favor them.
They met with none of the foe and the coast thus far was clear. Nearer they crept to the stone house.
There was a window upon the western side and up to this Frank crept.
A light flashed out into the night and the sound of hammers could be heard from within.
It was a risky thing to do but Frank crept to the window and peered in.
The sight which met his gaze was an astonishing one.
There was a long bench upon one side of the long room revealed to his gaze and upon it were piles of metal of the spurious kinds.
A furnace yawned at one end of the room and over it Frank saw huge melting pots.