It was with intense relief that the men dismounted after their trying ride, and their appetites, whetted by the day's strenuous doings, were soon satisfied with a hearty meal of bacon and potatoes, sizzling hot from their improvised stone stove.
And by the light of the camp fire, Jesse and Frank spread out their ill-gotten gains on a slab of rock.
The eyes of the bandits glowed avariciously as package after package of bills was thrown out, to be followed by many bags of rich, yellow gold dust.
A careful count of the money and a rough estimate of the gold dust was made, Jesse figuring the total by marking on the slab of rock with a sharp stone.
"How much?" asked Frank.
"It'll run better than a hundred thousand, I reckon," answered Jesse, calmly.
The desperadoes gave a long, low whistle of surprise.
"I calkerlate I'd be willing to go hungry for three days any time for such a bunch of the long green as that," averred Homely Harry facetiously.
THE END.
TO THE READER.