"Yes. I warned him two months ago that if he didn't break away
he'd die sudden. Somehow I couldn't persuade him he was an awful
sick man right then. You saw four of these hold-ups in all,
didn't you, Val?"

"Four's right. First off Neil, then the fellow I took to be the
Wolf. After he went out a bowlegged fellow came in, and last a
slim little kid that was a sure enough amateur, the way his gun
shook."

"Any notion how many more there were?"

"I figured out two more. A big gazabo in a red wig held up Frost,
the engineer. He knew it was a wig because he saw long black hair
peeping out around his neck. Then there must 'a' been another in
charge of blowing up the express car, a Mexican, from the
description the messenger gives of him."

Bucky nodded. "Looks like you got it figured about right, Val.
The Mexican is easy to account for. The Wolf spends about half
his time down in Chihuahua and trains with some high-class
greasers down there. Well, we'll see what we'll see. I'll set my
rangers at rounding up the border towns a bit, and if I don't
start anything there I'll hike down into Mexico and see what's
doing. I'll count on you to run the Arizona end of it while I'm
away, Val. The Wolf's outfit is a pretty wild one, and it won't
be long till something begins to howl. We'll keep an eye on the
gambling halls and see who is burning up money. Oh, they'll leave
plenty of smoke behind them," the ranger concluded cheerfully.