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"What is this game, boys--a hold-up?" he asked

"Yes A hold-up of a hold-up," answered one

Three of the on to another that had been driven out of the brush A fourth, who operations, while the fifth ainst the small of his back

The situation would have been a serious one--if it had not happened to be ay of the men, but restrained himself out of respect for as expected of hi up to the situation "You'd look fine behind the bars, Bleyer"

"All those sacks transferred yet, Tim?" barked the superintendent

"Yep"

"Good Hit the trail"

The wagon passed out of the draard Goldbanks For soainst the disintegrated granite of the roadbed cauards who remained with him

"Hope this will be a lesson to you," said the superintendent presently "Better take warning Next tiet you into court, Bleyer"

"What'll you do there?" jeered the otherit stick You're sewed up tight this time, Jack"

"Aht you felloon't be cracking your lips laughing"

"Take you Just order the hat left at Goldstein's for the man who calls for it"

For an hour by the superintendent's watch Kilrader not to return to town before daybreak, the two men mounted and rode swiftly away Jack was alone with his er Mirth pealed in rich laughter fro on to a wagon wheel for support At last he wiped tears froon, and continued on the way to the Jack Pot At intervals his whoop of gayety rang out boyishly on the night breeze Again he whistled cheerfully He was in the best of huood joke on Bleyer and Verinder, one they would appreciate at its full within a day or two He would have given a good deal to be present when they made a certain discovery Would Moya smile when Verinder told her how the tables had been turned? Or would she think it merely another instance of his depravity?