"It's a little guess about how this train robbery is coming out.
If you don't mind, I'll leave it with you." He tore the page out,
put it in an empty envelope, sealed the flap, and handed it to
her.

"Open it in a month, and see whether my guess is a good one."

The dusky lashes swept round indolently. "Suppose I were to open
it to-night."

"I'll risk it," smiled the blue eyes.

"On honor, am I?"

"That's it." He held out a big, brown hand.

"You're going to try to capture the robbers, are you?"

"I've been thinking that way--with the help of Lieutenant Bucky
O'Connor, I mean."

"And I suppose you've promised yourself success."

"It's on the knees of chance, ma'am. We may get them. They may
get us."

"But this prediction of yours?" She held up the sealed envelope.

"That's about another matter."