e was no clearly indicated starting-point.
Bit by bit he took it:

From Y. N. took Unowhat.

This was clear enough, so far as it went. It could only mean that from
York Neil the writer had taken the plunder to hide. But--WHERE did he
take it? From what point? A starting-point must be found somewhere, or
the memorandum was of no use. Probably only Neil could supply the needed
information, now that Dailey was dead.

Went twenty yards strate for big rock. Eight feet direckly west. Fifty
yards in direcksion of suthern Antelope Peke. Then eighteen to nerest
cotonwood.

All this was plain enough, but the last sentence was the puzzler.

J. H. begins hear.

Was J. H. a person? If so, what did he begin. If Dailey had buried his
plunder, what had J. H. left to do?

But had he buried it? Collins smiled. It was not likely he had handed it
over to anybody else to hide for him. And yet--

He clapped his hand down on his knee. "By the jumping California frog,
I've got it!" he told himself. "They hid the bulk of what they got from
the Limited all together. Went out in a bunch to hide it. Blind-folded
each other, and took turn about blinding up the trail. No one of them
can go get the loot without the rest. When they want it, every one of
these memoranda must be Johnny-on-the-spot before they can dig up the
mazuma. No wonder Wolf Leroy searched so thorough for this bit of paper.
I'll bet a stack of blue chips against Wolf's chance of heaven that
he's the sorest train-robber right this moment that ever punctured a
car-window."

Collins laughed softly, nor had the smile died out of his eyes when
Hawkes came into the room with information to the point. He had made a
round of the corrals, and discovered that the outlaws' horses had been
put up at Jay Hardman's place, a tumble-down feed-station on the edge of
town.

"Jay didn't take kindly to my questions," Hawkes explained, "but after a
little rock-me-to-sleep-mother talk I soothed him down some, and cut
the trail of Wolf Leroy and his partners. The old man give me several
specimens of langwidge unwashed and uncombed when I told him Wolf and
York was outlaws and train-robbers. Didn't believe a word of it, he
said. 'Twas just like the fool officers to jump an innocent party. I
told Jay to keep his shirt on--he could turn his wolf lose when they
framed up that he was in it. Well, sir! I plumb thought for a moment
he was going to draw on me when I said that. Say he must be the
fe