"But it isn't all right," burst out Chet. "See the side window has been forced open!"
Allen said nothing, having passed into one of the sleeping rooms. He began to rummage around the apartment, into the closet and the trunks.
"By gracious!" he burst out presently.
"What's up?" questioned his two brothers in a breath.
"It's gone!"
"Gone?"
"Yes, every dollar is gone!" groaned Allen.
He referred to three bags which had contained silver and gold to the amount of seven hundred dollars—the Winthrop savings for several years.
Paul and Chet gave a groan. Something like a lump arose in the throat of the younger youth, but he cleared it away with a cough.
"The mean, contemptible scoundrels!" burst out Paul. "We must get after them somehow!"
"I'll go after them," replied Allen, with swift determination. "Give me my rifle. I already have my pistol."
"You are not going alone, are you?" demanded Paul.
"I'll have to. There is only my mare to be had."
