Those eight men aren't jumping that ranch as eight individuals; they're in the employ of a principal who is engineering the affair.

If I were going to shy a pebble at the head mogul, I'd sure try hard to hit our corpulent friend with the fishy eye.

And that," she added, "is what all these cipher messages for Saunders mean, very likely.

Baumberger had to have someone here to spy around for him and perhaps help him choose--or at least get together--those eight men.

They must have come in on the night train, for I didn't see them.