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Kells averted his gaze before speaking again He hated to force this

task upon Cleve Joan felt, in the throbbing pain of the moment,

that if she never had another reason to like this bandit, she would

like him for the pity he showed

"Do you know a miner named Creede?" asked Kells, rapidly

"A husky chap, short, broad, so--felloith a fierce red beard?" asked Cleve

"I never saw him," replied Kells "But Pearce has How does Cleve's

description fit Creede?"

"He's got his ht, that's settled," went on Kells, war to his subject

"This fellow Creede wears a heavy belt of gold Blicky never e for Bannack

He'll be gone a few days Creede is a hard worker-one of the

hardest Sooes to sleep at his supper He's not the

drinking kind He's slow, thick-headed The best ti--just as soon as his lights are out

Locate the tent It stands at the head of a little wash and there's

a bleached pine-tree right by the tent To-ets dark crawl up this wash--be careful--wait till the right

time--then finish the job quick!"