"I was lying in the brush, right by the gate when the messenger got there, and I heard Jim give the order myself.

Take it all the way through, unless we make a slip to-night, it will be one of the prettiest cases I ever saw." "Yes," said the other; "but you mustn't forget that it all hinges on whether or not that bank watchman was right in thinking he recognized Wash Gibbs." "The man couldn't be mistaken there," returned the other.

"There is not another man in the country the size of Gibbs, except the two Matthews's, and of course they're out of the question.

Then, look! Jim Lane was ready to move out because of the drought, when all at once, after being away several days the very time of the robbery, he changes his mind, and stays with plenty of money to carry him through.

And now, here we are to-night, with that same old Bald Knobber gang, what's left of them, called together in the same old way by Jim himself, to meet in his cabin.