y, or I'll drive
you out of camp and burn your shack to the ground. When I talk to you,
General Jack Casement talks, and this railroad company talks. Search
that man!"

Before the last word had passed his lips the waiter jumped over the
counter and began turning the pockets of the man in the new overalls
inside out. The fellow kept a good face even after a bunch of stolen
railroad tickets were discovered in one pocket. "A man gave them to me
last night to keep for him," he answered evenly.

"Never mind," returned Scott with indifference, "I will take care of
them for him."

The news of the capture spread over the camp, and when Scott with his
two prisoners walked across to General Casement's tent a crowd
followed. Stanley had just arrived from Point of Rocks by train and
was conferring with Casement when Scott came to the tent door. He
greeted Bob and surveyed the captured fugitives.

"How did you get them?" he demanded.

Scott smiled and hung his head as he shook it, to anticipate
compliments. "They just walked into my arms. Dave Hawk and the
troopers are looking for these fellows now away down on Bitter Creek.
They wandered into camp here last night to save us the trouble of
bringing them. Isn't that it, Rebstock?"

Rebstock disavowed, but not pleasantly. He was not in amiable mood.

"What show has a fat man got to get away from anybody?" he growled.

CHAPTER XIX

When Hawk saw Bob Scott, two hours later, riding into his camp on the
Brushwood with the two prisoners, he was taciturn but very much
surprised.

Scott was disposed to make light of the lucky chance, as he termed it,
that had thrown the two men into his way. Hawk, on the other hand,
declared in his arbitrary manner that it was not wholly a lucky
chance. He understood the Indian's dogged tenacity too well to think
for a moment that the fugitives could have escaped him, even had he
not ridden into Casement's camp as he so fortuitously had done.

The scout, Hawk knew, had the characteristic intuition of the
frontiersman; the mental attributes that combine with keen observation
and unusually good judgment as aids to success when circumstances are
seemingly hopeless. Such men may be at fault in details, and
frequently are, but they are not often wholly wrong in conclusions.
And in their pursuit of a criminal they are like trained hounds, which
may frequently lose their trail for a moment, but, before they have
gone very far astray, come une