"What's all the hurry?" asked Burton, as the boys crowded in.
"You'll know in a few moments," answered Matt, closing the door behind him and forcing the bolt into its socket.
Carter sat at a small table on which a shaded oil lamp was burning. He and Burton, it seemed, had finished their work, and there were two canvas bags, lettered like those with which Matt was already familiar, near the lamp. The bags were bulging with silver and bills. Convenient to Carter's hand lay a six-shooter.
Matt's eye was on the weapon. There was no telling what Carter would do when he learned why the boys had paid their call on him and Burton.
"What's up?" asked Burton.
"Something I've got to talk over with you and Carter," replied Matt.
Casually he picked up the revolver.
"A S. and W., eh?" he murmured, giving the weapon a brief examination. Then, still holding the weapon, he transfixed the ticket man with a steely look.
"Where's the money that was stolen this afternoon, Carter?" he asked.
Carter started up.