ho--accepted it?"

It was Jeff who put the question, and Bud, looking on, saw the steely
gleam that lit the man's eyes as he spoke.

But Ju's amiability was passing. He was getting tired of a subject
which dealt with another man's profit. He rolled his cigar across his
mouth.

"Here. Guess I best tell you the yarn as we know it. Y'see," he added
regretfully, "we ain't learned a heap 'cep' jest the racket of it. Dug
set up the reward overnight. Next night twenty-five of the boys rode
out with him to the hills. Ther' was some guy with 'em leadin'. But
none of the boys come up with him. He rode with Dug. We've all
guessed, but I don't reckon we know, or'll ever know. You see, he got
shot up they say by Lightfoot himself. However, it don't signify. I
got my notions 'bout it, an' anyway I guess they're jest my own. The
boys guess it was one of the gang itself. Mebbe it was. Can't rightly
say. After they'd located the camp they set out to surround it. It
was in a bluff. The scrap started right away, an' there was a deal o'
shootin'. One or two o' the boys got shot up bad. Then some one fired
the bluff, an' burned 'em right out like a crowd of gophers. After
that the scrap came good an' plenty, an' it seems to've lasted nigh an
hour. Anyways, they got three of 'em. They shot up several others,
an' not more than three got clear away."

"An' what about Lightfoot?" It was Bud who spoke. His voice was
changed from its usual deep tone. It was sharp, and almost impatient.

"They got him," said Ju, with a delight so evident that Bud felt like
killing him for it. "Oh, yes, they got him, sure. A dandy gent with
his blue eyes an' curly, tow hair. They don't guess that's his right
name tho'. But it don't signify. He was the boss all right, all
right, an' they took him, an' hanged him with the other two, right out
of hand. Gee, I'd have give a deal to have seen----"

"We'll have to be pushing on now, Bud."

Jeff spoke with his head bent, examining the face of his gold
timepiece. Bud glanced at him. He could see the ghastly hue of the
averted features, and his answer came on the instant.

"You git the ponies cinched up, Jeff," he said quickly. "I'll be right
with you."

Ju watched Jeff hurry out of the bar. Then his eyes came searchingly
back to Bud's grimly set face.

"Kind o' seems in a hurry, don't he?" he demanded, with a curious look
in his hard eyes. "Looks sick, too. Say, I didn't g