"This is the time we are going to round 'em up, every one!" A few further directions were given by the sheriff, and then he and the three Rover boys advanced to the front door of the old mansion.

At the same time, with pistol in hand, the officer named Thompson remained where he was, while he named Rapp walked around to guard the rear.
The door was unlocked, for those inside had not dreamed of being disturbed.

On tiptoes the party entered the dark hallway.

To keep out the cold, the door to the sitting room had been closed.

From within the room came a murmur of voices.
"Well then, that's settled," came from Tad Sobber.
"I think we ought to have more money," grumbled Koswell.
"You will be getting your full share," said Josiah Crabtree, tartly.
"And you'll be getting what is coming to you in another minute!" chuckled Tom.
Advancing to the door the sheriff paused for a moment and then threw it wide open, at the same time holding up a brace of pistols.
"Hands up!" he cried sternly.