the west had touched his imagination. With all his
absurdities, and strange and unaccountable as he was, the Governor did
make good his promises. If he wasn't in league with occult powers he at
least possessed a baffling sort of prescience; and what was more to the
point he had apparently reduced to a fine art the business of keeping
clear of the authorities. If he could escape from the Governor it would
be to take up his old eventless life, with a recrudescence no doubt of
the ills that had so long beset him; and he had utterly forgotten that
he had ever been an invalid. He grinned as he reflected that he had been
obliged to shoot a man to find a cure for his nerves.

As the train drew out of New Haven the Governor, seemingly absorbed in a
magazine, covertly kicked him. A man passed slowly through the car,
carelessly eyeing the passengers. When he reached Archie's chair he
paused as though steadying himself against the swaying train. For a
moment he clung to the back of the Governor's chair, which was turned
toward the window, and his eyes surveyed the luggage piled under the
windows. The Governor swung round presently and remarked indifferently
without changing his position:

"Rawlings, the best man they have in the Department now. He's looking
for some one but let us hope it's not us. A very keen eye has Rawlings.
Not one of these sleuths in a black derby and false mustache you see in
the movies, but a gentleman and a man of education. He's probably
looking for that teller who cut a slice out of the surplus of a
Massachusetts bank last week. It's not our trouble, Archie. Embezzlers
and defaulters are not to my taste; we rather look down on that breed in
the brotherhood. A low order of talent; no brains; they're not in our
class."

"But it isn't necessary to advertise our sins to the whole train!"
whispered Archie, eyeing apprehensively their nearest neighbors in the
crowded car. "You haven't convinced me yet that we're not making a
serious blunder."

"Cease grumbling! If we wanted to play safe we'd both enter some home
for aged and decrepit men and sit among the halt and blind and toothless
until we became even as they. Rawlings' defaulter is encumbered, most
disgracefully, with the usual blonde, in this case the lily-handed
cashier in a motion picture shop; and a man of Rawlings' intelligence
would know at a glance that we are not villains of that breed. I
haven't traveled by this route for some time and I mean