CHAPTER XIII.
A PLOT THAT WORKED Sanderson left the board walk and cut through a yard to the railroad.
He followed the rails until he reached the station.

To his question the station agent informed him that Dave Silverthorn might be found in his office on the second floor of the building.
Sanderson went up.

A sign on a glass door bore Silverthorn's name.
Sanderson entered without knocking.
Silverthorn was seated at a desk in a far corner of the room.

He looked up as Sanderson opened the door, and said shortly: "Well--what is it ?" Sanderson crossed the room and halted beside the desk.

For an instant neither man spoke.