e sure is. The deputy sheriff arrested him same night we went through
his room."

"Good place for him. Well, it looks like we got Mr. Healy tagged at
last. I don't mean that we've got the proof, but we can prove he might
have been on the job."

"I don't see it, Larry. I reckon my head's right thick."

"I see it," spoke up Phyllis quickly.

Keller smiled at her. "You tell him."

"Don't you see, Jim? The motor car must have been waiting for them
somewhere after they had robbed the bank," she explained.

"At the end of Del Oro Canon, likely," suggested the nester.

She nodded eagerly. "Yes, they would get into the canon before the
pursuit was in sight. That is why they were not seen by Slim and the
rest of the posse."

Yeager looked at her, and as he looked the certainty of it grew on him.
His mind began to piece out the movements of the outlaws from the time
they left Noches. "That's right, Phyl. His car is what he calls a
hummer. It can go like blazes--forty miles an hour, he told me. And the
old fort road is a dandy, too."

"They would leave the automobile at Willow Creek, and cut across to the
Pass," she hazarded.

"All but Brill. Being bridlewise, he rode right for Seven Mile to make
dead sure of his alibi, whilst the others made their getaway with the
loot. When he happened to meet you on the way, he would be plumb
tickled, for that cinched things proper for him. You would be a witness
nobody could get away from."

"And what about their hawsses? Did they bring the bronchs in the car,
too?" drawled Keller, an amused flicker in his eyes.

The others, who had been swimming into their deductions so confidently,
were brought up abruptly. Phyllis glanced at Jim and looked foolish.

"The bronchs couldn't tag along behind at a forty per clip. That's
right," admitted Yeager blankly.

"I hadn't thought about that. And they had to have their horses with
them to get from Willow Creek to the Pass. That spoils everything," the
girl agreed.

Then, seeing her lover's white teeth flashing laughter at her, she knew
he had found a way round the difficulty. "How would this do,
partners--just for a guess: The car was waiting for them at the end of
the Del Oro Canon. They dumped their loot into it, then unsaddled and
threw all the saddles in, too. They gave the bronchs a good scare, and
started them into the hills, knowing they would find their way back home
all right in a couple of days. At Willow Creek they found haws