These noises were approaching him rapidly.  The crisis was at hand.

In a moment the moon burst through the clouds, illuminating the little valley through which the small stream from the spring flowed, and Ted crept into closer cover.  Then into the glade galloped ten men.

Between two of them was swung a small, square thing, which was dropped at the foot of a cottonwood tree not a dozen feet from where Ted was concealed.

A man leaped from the back of a horse.  He had a spade in his hand, and as he advanced Ted drew in his breath sharply.

It was Corrigan, the Chicago millionaire.  Behind him was Norcross, the banker.

Ted looked vainly for Checkers.  If he had been with the robbers at the holdup, he had not come here with them.  Meanwhile, the dirt was flying, and a hole was being dug at the foot of the cotton wood.

After it was deep enough an iron box was dropped into it and covered with earth, and silently the men remounted and rode away.

Ted waited about fifteen minutes to be sure that none of them would return.  Then he dug into the freshly laid earth and soon had exhumed the iron box.  It was somewhat of a heavy load, but he packed it manfully, and in about half an hour carried it in his bag into the living room of the ranch house.

He was greeted with shouts of laughter from Corrigan and several of the others.  But Stella looked at him anxiously, and he gave her a reassuring glance.

“Ha, ha!” laughed Corrigan.  “What do you think of snipe hunting now?”

“It was a good joke,” said the colonel, “but I’m sure you will take it good-naturedly.”

“Yes,” said Mr. Norcross, the banker.  “It’s quite a favorite amusement out here.”

Only the New Yorker said nothing, but gave Ted a peculiar glance.  Ted looked around at the group with a foolish smile.

“It was a good joke, gentlemen,” said he, “and I have never been sore because I have been handed one.”

Another burst of satisfied laughter greeted this from the big three—­Corrigan, Norcross, and the colonel.  But Stella and the boys looked glum that Ted was being made the butt of a joke.

Then Ted put his sack on the floor and opened it and lifted something out and placed it on the table.  It was the iron box he had dug from the earth at Bubbly Spring, with the fresh earth still sticking to it.

Corrigan’s face turned white.  Norcross had to lean against the corner of the table to keep from falling.

Ted easily opened the lock of the box, and threw it open.

“You left me to hold the bag, did you?” he asked of the astounded conspirators.  “Well, what do you think of these for snipe?”

The room was as quiet as a church.

“Gentlemen, you are all under arrest.  Boys, get into your saddles.  We are going to ride to the rendezvous of the gang of robbers which to-night robbed the Overland Express and stole the money I have here,” and he lifted out package after package of stolen currency.