And a moment later he knew it was the chance that won. For
sewed to the inside of the discolored sweat-pad was a little
strip of silk. With his knife he carefully removed the strip, and
found between it and the leather a folded fragment of paper
closely covered with writing. He carried this to the light, and
made it out to be a memorandum of direction of some sort. Slowly
he spelled out the poorly written words:
From Y. N. took Unowhat. Went twenty yards strate for big rock.
Eight feet direckly west. Fifty yards in direcksion of suthern
Antelope Peke. Then eighteen to nerest cotonwood. J. H. begins
hear.
Collins read the scrawl twice before an inkling of its meaning
came home to him. Then in a flash his brain was lighted. It was a
memorandum of the place where Dailey's share of the plunder was
buried.
His confederates had known that he had it, and had risked capture
to make a thorough search for the paper. That they had not found
it was due only to the fact that the murdered man had lost his
hat as he scurried down the streets before them.
The doctor, having arrived, examined the wound and suggested an
anaesthetic.
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