there is in it."

Adams nodded. "I'll do it, and get myself locked up, I suppose."

"No, you won't; that's the beauty of it. The majesty of the law--all
there is of it in Argentine--goes with me to Carbonate in the person
of the town-marshal."

"Oh, good--succulently good! Well, so long. I'll look for you back on
the evening train?"

"Sure," was the confident reply, "if the Rajah doesn't order it to be
abandoned on my poor account."

Ten minutes later, when the train had gone storming on its way to
Carbonate and the Rosemary party was at breakfast, the clank of steel
and the chanteys of the hammermen on the other side of the canyon
began again with renewed vigor. The Rajah threw up his head like a
war-horse scenting the battle from afar and laid his commands upon the
long-suffering secretary.

"Faveh me, Jastrow. Get out there and see what they are doing, seh."

The secretary was back in the shortest possible interval, and his
report was concise and business-like.

"Work under full headway again, in charge of a fellow who wears a
billy-cock hat and smokes cigarettes."

"Mr. Morton P. Adams," said Virginia, recognizing the description.
"Will you have him arrested too, Uncle Somerville?"

But the Rajah rose hastily without replying and went to his office
state-room, followed, shadow-like, by the obsequious Jastrow.

It was some little time after breakfast, and Virginia and the Reverend
Billy were doing a constitutional on the plank platform at the
station, when the secretary came down from the car on his way to the
telegraph office.

It was Virginia who stopped him. "What do we do next, Mr. Jastrow?"
she said; "call in the United States Army?"

For reply he handed her a telegram, damp from the copying press. It
was addressed to the superintendent of the C. G. R. at Carbonate, and
she read it without scruple.

"Have the Sheriff of Ute County swear in a dozen deputies and come
with them by special train to Argentine. Revive all possible titles
to abandoned mining claims on line of the Utah Extension, and have
Sheriff Deckert bring blank warrants to cover any emergency.

"DARRAH V.-P."

"That's one of them," said the secretary. "I daren't show you the
other."

"Oh, please!" she said, holding out her hand, while the Reverend Billy
considerately turned his back.

Jastrow weighed the chances of detection. It was little enough he
could do to lay her under obligations to him, and he was w