Inside the living room men could be seen running back and forth, searching for the broncho boys and the treasure. Finally a wild yell told Ted that the safe had been found. "That's good," said Ted to Bud. "They're at the safe. It will take all their attention for a while. They don't know, poor fools, that the treasure has been carried out and buried elsewhere. There's where we'll bag most of them. When we get in, boys, look out for Mowbray. Don't let him escape." At a signal the boys climbed into the living room, which was now deserted, for the Wolves had scattered all over the house. Most of them were in the major's room working on the safe. They had tried to move it from the house, but it proved too heavy for them, and they were now trying to break it open with an ax which they had found in one of the lower rooms. Ted had heard the blows as they beat upon the lock, and in the din it was not a difficult thing for the broncho boys to get into the house without being heard. Several of the Wolves, in searching the lower part of the house, had discovered the locked room in which Stella and the other two were in hiding. They had attempted to batter down the door, only to be driven from it by shots sent at them by Stella and Caruthers. "Trouble back there, Bud," said Ted. "I guess some one is trying to get at Stella. Take a couple of the boys, and go back and stop it." "What are you goin' ter do?" asked Bud, who was afraid the rescuing assignment would cut him out of the fight above stairs. Just at that moment there was a tremendous explosion overhead, the crash of glass and the triumphant yells of the Gray Wolves. "I'm going upstairs," yelled Ted. "When you've driven off or captured these fellows down here, come up." At this he dashed away for the broad stairs that led to the upper story, followed by the broncho boys and Major Caruthers. They had just reached the landing above when the yell of triumph turned to one of baffled rage, for the Wolves had found that the safe was empty. Ted Strong, with a look such as a conquering warrior might wear, burst into the room where the Wolves were clustered around the empty safe. Behind him followed the boys. "Surrender!" shouted Ted. The Gray Wolves wheeled to look into a perfect battery of rifles. Not to surrender meant death. To attempt to raise a hand would bring a shot, or a dozen. The Gray Wolves realized that they were in a trap, and that if they made the least resistance they would be shot down. "Throw your guns on the floor!" commanded Ted. He was obeyed. "Gather up those guns," said Ted. Bud and Clay stepped forward, and gathered in the rifles and revolvers. Ted's eyes were running over the group of prisoners trying to pick out Mowbray, when suddenly there was a smashing of glass, and, as he turned in that direction, he saw a form taking a flying leap through the window to the ground, and, quick as a flash, he fired and rushed to the window.