And yet--
He clapped his hand down on his knee. "By the jumping California
frog, I've got it!" he told himself. "They hid the bulk of what
they got from the Limited all together. Went out in a bunch to
hide it. Blind-folded each other, and took turn about blinding up
the trail. No one of them can go get the loot without the rest.
When they want it, every one of these memoranda must be
Johnny-on-the-spot before they can dig up the mazuma. No wonder
Wolf Leroy searched so thorough for this bit of paper. I'll bet a
stack of blue chips against Wolf's chance of heaven that he's the
sorest train-robber right this moment that ever punctured a
car-window."
Collins laughed softly, nor had the smile died out of his eyes
when Hawkes came into the room with information to the point. He
had made a round of the corrals, and discovered that the outlaws'
horses had been put up at Jay Hardman's place, a tumble-down
feed-station on the edge of town.
"Jay didn't take kindly to my questions," Hawkes explained, "but
after a little rock-me-to-sleep-mother talk I soothed him down
some, and cut the trail of Wolf Leroy and his partners.
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