friend, intense, hard, desperate, was the last thing imaged upon his
mind as the room swung round and he dropped limply to the floor.

"Just in time," said Fadeaway, bending over the prostrate figure. "Get
a move, Bill. I followed him from the cottonwoods and heard his talk.
I was waitin' to get him when he come out, but I seen what he was up to
and I fixed him."

Corliss backed against the wall, trembling and white. "Is he--did
you--?"

Fadeaway grinned. "No, just chloroformed him. Get a move, Bill. No
tellin' who'll come moseyin' along. Got the stuff?"

Corliss nodded.

Fadeaway blew out the light. "Come on, Bill. She worked slick."

"But--he knows me," said Corliss. "He'll squeal."

"And I reckon Jack'll believe him. Why, it's easy, Bill. They find
the Bo on the job and the money gone. Who did it? Ask me."

At the cottonwoods they mounted. "Now, you fan it for Soper's," said
Fadeaway. "I'll keep on for the Blue. To-morrow evenin' I'll ride
over and get my divvy."

Corliss hesitated.

"You better travel," said Fadeaway, reining his horse around.