Overhead, everything had become unusually quiet, but toward morning came heavy footsteps, and they heard the opening and closing of an outer door.
"Somebody has come in," said Sam. "I wonder if it is the party that went to look for Tom and the others?"
"More than likely. I wish I knew if they discovered anything, or if Tom managed to keep out of sight."
Again there was silence, and once more the boys dozed off, not to rouse up until there came the unlocking of the cell door. Sack Todd stood there, lantern in hand, and beside him Andy Jimson.
"Hope you had a good night's sleep," said the owner of Red Rock ranch.
"Fine," answered Dick sarcastically. "Your feather beds can't be beat."
"And the quilts were extra warm," put in Sam, catching his cue from his brother.
"Humph! Your night here doesn't seem to have tamed you down much," growled Sack Todd.
"I said they were gamy youngsters," came frpm the long-nosed man. "They showed that when they were on the houseboat."
"I want to question you," said Sack Todd.
