O'Connor told him of the Aravaipa episode, and tossed across the
table to him the photograph he had just received.
"If we could discover the gent that sat for this photo it might
help us. You don't by any chance know him, do you, Val?"
The sheriff shook his head. "Not in my rogues' gallery, Bucky."
The ranger again examined the faded picture. A resemblance in it
to somebody he had met recently haunted vaguely his memory. As he
looked the indefinite suggestion grew sharp and clear. It was a
photograph of the showman who had called himself Hardman. All the
trimmings were lacking, to be sure--the fierce mustache, the long
hair, the buckskin trappings, none of them were here. But beyond
a doubt it was the same shifty-eyed villain. Nor did it shake
Bucky's confidence that Mackenzie had seen him and failed to
recognize the man as his old cook. The fellow was thoroughly
disguised, but the camera had happened to catch that curious
furtive glance of his. But for that O'Connor would never have
known the two to be the same.
Bucky was at the telephone half an hour. In the middle of the
next afternoon his reward came in the form of a Western Union
billet.
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