Dick too arose, glancing back at the cabin.
“I’d like to think it over before we attempt it. Possibly some plan may occur to us tomorrow. At present we’d better go back to the road-house before Frischette becomes suspicious. I wouldn’t be in the least surprised if he attempts to relieve me of that roll tonight.”
“I can agree with you there,” said Sandy. “Did you notice his eyes when you pulled it from your pocket?”
“Yes.” Dick smiled at the memory.
They started back along the trail, for a time walking in silence. Presently, however, Sandy turned toward Dick, his face thoughtful.
“Supposing,” he inquired, “that Frischette really does attempt the robbery tonight. What will we do? Let him have the money? Or do you want to catch him in the act?”
“We’ll let him have it.”
“But there’s nearly sixty dollars of our money. I’m not so rich that—”
“We’ll get it back somehow, Sandy,” Dick interrupted. “The police will see to that. I’ve marked the bills so that we can identify them.”
“Good!”