ons than this," and he glanced around
at the bare walls and bare floor.

"Oh, Yellowstone Park has some fine hotels," declared Roger. "I read all
about them in one of the tourists' guides. They have just erected a new
one that they say is a dandy."

"Never mind those hotels now!" cried Dave, as he slipped off one shoe
after another. "It's get to bed now and an early start in the morning to
see if we can't catch Blower, Haskers, and--Morr!" and he grinned.

"The cheek of Link Merwell using my name!" murmured the senator's son.
"I'll--I'll knock him down for that, if I get the chance!" And his eyes
blazed for the moment.

Soon the boys were abed and it did not take them long to drop into
profound slumber. In the next room was Tom Dillon, also sleeping
peacefully.

Dave was the first to awaken and he slid off of his cot to look out of
the window, to see what kind of weather it was. The window had been left
wide open, to let in the fresh air, and as our hero stuck out his head
and glanced down in the alleyway leading to the stables, he uttered an
exclamation of surprise.

"What is it?" questioned Roger, rousing up, followed by Phil.

"Those men!" murmured Dave. "Look, fellows!"

The others came to his side and looked out of the window. Just emerging
from the alleyway were three men on horseback, all equipped for camping
out. The three men were Blugg, Jaley, and Staver.

"Well, I declare! What are those fellows doing here?" cried the
senator's son.

"Can they be following us?" questioned Phil.

"I don't know. They came from the stables," answered our hero. "Most
likely they had their horses there over night. We can find out when we
go down."

"Where are they going?" asked the shipowner's son.

All watched for a minute or two and saw the Blugg crowd pass down the
main street of the camp and around a warehouse corner. Then they were
lost to view.

Tom Dillon had heard the boys rising and was now up himself and getting
dressed. He listened with interest to what they had to relate.

"It's queer that crowd should be here, after what happened in Butte," he
said. "I'll ask Dick Logan about 'em, when we go to breakfast."

When questioned, the proprietor of the place stated that Blugg and the
others had come in late, after the Morr party were abed. As the place
was full they had accepted a room in the building across the street, but
had put up their horses in the Logan stable. They had paid in advance,
stating th