Come on, Jim; time is money just now." The door was unlocked, and they trusted wholly to the sense of touch to locate the object of their search.

However, as there were but two rooms, not overly stocked with furniture, the gloom was not a serious obstacle, so that in less than ten minutes they emerged once more into the open bearing their spoils--Westcott, a slab of bacon and a small frying-pan; Brennan, a paper sack of corn meal, with a couple of specimens of canned goods.

He had also resurrected a gunny sack somewhere, in which their things were carefully wrapped, and made secure for transportation.
"Didn't feel no terbacco, did yer, Jim ?" the marshal questioned solicitously.

"I reckon not though; ol' Beecher never would leave nuthin' like that lyin' round.

Well, Lord! we ought ter be thankful fer what we've got.