your old pal, eh?"

Sundown's face expressed conflicting emotions. He straightened his
lean shoulders. "I tell you, Billy; if you beat it now, they won't be
nothin' to squeal about."

"I'm going to." And Corliss stepped toward the safe. "Just hold that
light this way a minute."

Sundown complied, and Corliss thought that the other had overcome his
scruples. Corliss hastily drew a small canvas sack from the safe and
stuffed it into his pocket. Sundown backed toward the door.

Corliss got to his feet. "Well, so-long, Sun. Guess I'll light out."

"Not with that," said Sundown. "I ain't no preacher, but I ain't goin'
to see you go straight to hell and me do nothin'. Mebby some of that
dough is yourn. I dunno. But somebody's goin' to get pinched for
takin' it. Bein' a Bo, it'll be me."

"So that's what's worrying you, eh? Scared you'll get sent over for
this. Well, you won't. You haven't got anything on you."

"'T ain't that, Billy. It's you."

Corliss laughed. "You're getting religion, too. Well, I never thought
you'd go back on me."

"I ain't. I was always your friend, Billy."

Corliss hesitated. The door behind Sundown moved ever so little.
Corliss's eyes held Sundown with unwinking gaze. Slowly the door swung
open. Sundown felt rather than heard a presence behind him. Before he
could turn, something crashed down on his head. The face of his old
friend, intense, hard, desperate, was the last thing imaged upon his
mind as the room swung round and he dropped limply to the floor.

"Just in time," said Fadeaway, bending over the prostrate figure. "Get
a move, Bill. I followed him from the cottonwoods and heard his talk.
I was waitin' to get him when he come out, but I seen what he was up to
and I fixed him."

Corliss backed against the wall, trembling and white. "Is he--did
you--?"

Fadeaway grinned. "No, just chloroformed him. Get a move, Bill. No
tellin' who'll come moseyin' along. Got the stuff?"

Corliss nodded.

Fadeaway blew out the light. "Come on, Bill. She worked slick."

"But--he knows me," said Corliss. "He'll squeal."

"And I reckon Jack'll believe him. Why, it's easy, Bill. They find
the Bo on the job and the money gone. Who did it? Ask me."

At the cottonwoods they mounted. "Now, you fan it for Soper's," said
Fadeaway. "I'll keep on for the Blue. To-morrow evenin' I'll ride
over and get my divvy."

Corliss hesitated.

"You better travel," said F