The sheriff knew it was not necessary to add that the
bandits were probably heading south to get into Sonora. Bucky
would take that for granted and do his best to cover the likely
spots of the frontier.
It was nearly eleven when the Limited drew in to Tucson. Sabin
was on the platform anxiously awaiting their arrival. Collins
reached him even before the conductor.
"Ordered the special, Mr. Sabin?" he asked, in a low voice.
The railroad man was chewing nervously on an unlit cigar. "Yes,
sheriff. You want only an engine and one car, I suppose."
"That will be enough. I've got to go uptown now and meet Dillon.
Midnight sharp, please."
"Do you know how much they got?" Sabin whispered.
"Thirty thousand, I hear, besides what they took from the
passengers. The conductor will tell you all about it. I've got to
jump to be ready."
A disappointment awaited him in the telegrapher's room at the
depot. He found a wire, but not from the person he expected. The
ranger in charge at Douglas said that Lieutenant O'Connor was at
Flag staff, but pending that officer's return he would put
himself under the orders of Sheriff Collins and wait for
instructions.
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