"And what may that be?" called Dr. Bentley.

"The best part of the cow," replied Mr. Ross.

"A big rib roast, served with cracked bones with the marrow cooked
in them. Come along, Bill. We'll bring back the roast and the
marrow."

Ross and his man moved briskly out of sight. Only a few moments
had passed when Mr. Ross' voice was heard from the clearing:

"_Thieves_! The rib roast is gone---so is the marrow!"

Dick glanced swiftly at his chums. The same idea was in the minds
of all the members of Dick & Co.

"Our friend, the prowler, has been here," muttered Prescott, rising
hastily. "This thing has got to be stopped. Come along, fellows!
Friends, please excuse us for a few moments."

At a dog trot Dick led the way to the clearing. There stood Mr.
Ross, looking the picture of indignation.

"I didn't know there were tramps in these woods," muttered the
cattle owner.

"Tramp, thief, or whatever he is," exclaimed Dick Prescott, "that
fellow must move on out of this part of the country. If he doesn't
we'll catch him. After we get through with him, he'll be glad
enough to move on."