ed his own legitimate loot Quintana did not know.

Sard's attorney, Eddie Abrams, believed that the French police
instigated it through agents of the United States Secret Service.

Of one thing Quintana was satisfied, Mike Clinch had nothing to do with
stirring up the authorities. Law-breakers of his sort don't shout for
the police or invoke State or Government aid.

As for the status of Darragh -- or Hal Smith, as he supposed him to be,
a well-born young man gone wrong. Europe was full of that kind. To
Quintana there was nothing suspicious about Hal Smith. On the contrary,
his clever recklessness confirmed that polished bandit's opinion that
Smith was a gentleman degenerated into a crook. It takes an educated
imagination for a man to do what Smith had done to him. If the common
crook has any imagination at all it never is educated.

Another matter worried Jose Quintana: he was not only short on
provisions, but what remained was cached in Drowned Valley; and Mike
Clinch and his men were guarding every outlet to that sinister region,
excepting only the rocky and submerged trail by which he had made his
exit.

That was annoying; it cut off provisions and liquor from Canada, for
which he had arranged with Jake Kloon. For Kloon's hootch-runners now
would be stopped by Clinch; ad not one among them knew about the rocky
trail in.

All these matters were disquieting enough: but what really and most
deeply troubled Quintana was his knowledge of his own men.

He did not trust one among them. Of international crookdom they were
the cream. Not one of them but would have murdered his fellow if the
loot were worth it and the chances of escape sufficient.

There was no loyalty to him, none to one another, no "honour among
thieves" -- and it was Jose Quintana who knew that only in romance such
a thing existed.

N, he could not trust a single man. Only hope of plunder attached these
marauders to him, and merely because he had education and imagination
enough to provide what they wanted.

Anyone among them would murder and rob him if opportunity presented.

Now, how to keep his loot; how to get back to Europe with it, was the
problem that confronted Quintana after robbing Darragh. And he
determined to settle part of that question at once.

About five miles from Harrod Place, within a hundred rods of which he
had held up Hal Smith, Quintana halted, seated himself on a rotting log,
and waited until his men came up