"Well," said one of the deputies, as he backed the horse into the shafts of the buggy in which the pursuers had driven over from the Hill, "we've about as good as got him.

It isn't hard to follow a man who carries a bird cage with him wherever he goes." McTeague crossed the mountains on foot the Friday and Saturday of that week, going over through Emigrant Gap, following the line of the Overland railroad.

He reached Reno Monday night.

By degrees a vague plan of action outlined itself in the dentist's mind.
"Mexico," he muttered to himself.

"Mexico, that's the place.