burg bank. You see, they made the mistake
of robbing us last night. But for that they would have got away, and we
would have had a hard time catching them. As it was, they walked right
in to us."

Skip Riley went back to the penitentiary for a long term of years, and
the midget was sent to an asylum for the feeble-minded.

Jack Farley turned State's evidence, and Creviss and ten other young
reprobates were sent to a reformatory.

As for Lucifer, he turned out, next to Sultan and Custer, the best horse
on the ranch.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE ANONYMOUS LETTER.

A very short time after the capture of Skip Riley, Ted Strong was
standing in the waiting room of the Union Station at St. Louis, the
metropolis of Missouri, whither he had been summoned by a letter from
the chief of the United States secret service.

He was waiting for Bud Morgan, who had gone to the baggage room to
inquire about a trunk which had become lost on the way from Moon Valley,
and which contained a number of valuable papers, including both their
commissions as deputy United States marshals.

The enormous waiting room was crowded with passengers from the incoming
trains, with which the numerous tracks were full from end to end.

As Ted Strong leaned over the iron railing, looking down into the lower
waiting room, he was conscious that a woman had stepped to his side.
Glancing up sideways, he saw that close to him was a very beautiful
young girl, who wore a traveling cloak of pearl gray, and a long feather
boa, which the draft had blown across his sleeve.

His glance intercepted one from her, and not wishing her to think that
he was idly staring at her, he directed his gaze once more to the
surging crowd below. As his eyes wandered over the throng, he saw a man
look up, and make the most imperceptible gesture with his head.

He did not know the man. Turning swiftly to the young lady at his side,
he caught sight of a smile and a slight uplifting of her eyebrows.

Undoubtedly a signal had passed between the two, and Ted, not wishing
to be an eavesdropper, looked away again. But in the swift glance he had
given the young girl--for now he saw that she was little else--he made a
mental note of her. The gray eyes with the long, dark lashes, the oval
face, beautiful in shape and of an ivory tint; the scarlet, curving
lips, the slender, trim figure, and the strange, subtle perfume which
she exhaled, one would never forget.

He also noted the app