The Yankee spotter was in the treasure house of Ranch Robin.
There were shelves in the little room, the walls of which seemed to be made of iron, and the detective leaned forward and looked with all his vision.
He saw wealth everywhere.
There were sacks of coin and bars of gold.
Belle Demona stood by his side and held the light so as to let him take in all this scene.
For some time not a word was spoken.
Old Broadbrim looked around the chamber and saw that it was well guarded against attack from without.
The robbers of the desert might burn the buildings overhead, and miss the treasure which would be safe despite the flames.
"Isn't it worth fighting for?" asked Belle Demona.
The detective nodded and continued to gaze at the alluring sight.