sacks of gold. Brevoort borrowed a pencil from the proprietor and
addressed the package.

"But how's the bank goin' to know who it's from?" queried Pete,

"That's right. I'll put The Spider's name here in the corner. Say, do
you know we're takin' a whole lot of trouble for a man that wouldn't
lift a hand to keep us from bein' sent up?" And Brevoort weighed the
package thoughtfully. "By rights we ought to hang onto this dough. We
earned it."

"I sure don't want any of it, Ed. I'm through with this game."

"I reckon you're right. Well, next off, you git it to that express
office. I'll wait till you git back."

"What's the use of my comin' back, anyhow?" queried Pete. "We paid for
our room last night."

"Ain't you goin' to take your stuff along? You can pack it same as
mine. Then when you git to a ranch you are hooked up to ride."

"Guess you're right, Ed. Well, so-long."

"See you later."

Brevoort, who seemed to have recovered his nerve, added, "I aim to
light out jest as quick as you git back."

Pete was so intent on his errand that he did not see Conductor Stokes,
who stood in the doorway of the El Paso House, talking to a man who had
a rowdy rolled under his arm, wore overalls, and carried a dinner-pail.
The conductor glanced sharply at Pete as he passed, then turned
abruptly, and stepped to a man who stood talking to the clerk at the
desk.

"I jest saw one of 'em," said the conductor. "I never forget a face.
He was rigged out in town-clothes--but it was him--all right."

"You sure, Len?"

"Pretty darned sure."

"Well, we can find out. You set down over there in the window and be
reading a paper. I'll go out and follow him. If he comes back this
way, you take a good look at him and give me the high sign if it's one
of 'em. And if it is, he'll be connectin' up with the other one,
sooner or later. I'll jest keep my eye on him, anyway. You say he had
on a dark suit and is dark-complexioned and young?"

"Yes--that one. The other was bigger and taller and had light hair and
gray eyes. Both of 'em were in their range clothes on number three."

"All right." And the plain-clothes man hastened out and up the street
until he had "spotted" Pete, just entering the doorway of the express
office.

Pete came out presently, glanced about casually, and started back for
the room. Half a block behind him followed the plain-clothes man, who
glanced in as he passed the hotel. The conductor no