"Kitchen's just rode into the barn, Jim, with word from Lefever and
Sawdy--they've got track of Van Horn. He come to Pettigrew's ranch
yesterday for food and a fresh horse. One of John Frying Pan's boys
seen him. Lefever says they've got him located near the head waters of
the Crazy Woman. You know that rough country east of Pettigrew's?
Lefever says if you'll get right up there and watch the creek, he can't
get away. The boys at Pettigrew's say he's got lots of ammunition;
Lefever and Sawdy stayed at Pettigrew's last night."

At the barn, Kitchen, who had ridden in from the Doubleday ranch, had
few details to add. But the Indian runner that brought the word from
Lefever and Sawdy had made it clear to Kitchen the two were depending
on Laramie to help them bottle Van Horn up.

Laramie laid the news before Kate at the hospital. He called her from
her father's room and they talked at the end of the corridor.

She looked at him wistfully: "I don't want you to go, Jim," she
whispered.

Her hands lay on his free arm. "I don't want to go, Kate," he said.
"But the boys have sent to me for help--what can I do? He's a hundred
times more my enemy than theirs. The only interest they've got in
rounding him up is friendship for me and you. Suppose they close with
him and get killed?"

Kate could only look up into his eyes: "Suppose you get killed, Jim?"

He hesitated. Then he looked down into her own eyes: "You'd know I did
what I ought to do, Kate."

She withdrew herself from his embrace and looked at him: "I know you're
going, Jim; only, don't ask me to say 'go.' I couldn't bear to think
_I_ sent you."

McAlpin had armed himself and was determined, despite Laramie's
protests, to ride with him. The plucky boss was saddling the ponies
and stood momentarily expecting Laramie at the barn when the telephone
rang.

Too occupied with his watch for Laramie to give it any heed, McAlpin
let it ring. And the barn men let it ring. It rang, seemingly, more
and more sharply until McAlpin, with an impatient exclamation, ordered
a hostler to answer. "It's you, McAlpin," bawled the hostler from the
office, "and they want you quick."

McAlpin hurried to the instrument and glued his ear to the receiver.
Tenison was on the wire. He spoke low and fast: "Is Laramie there?"

"No."

"Where is he?"

"Couldn't tell you, Harry, I'm lookin' for him every minute."

"Drop everything. Find him quick or you'll be too late.