got it by accident."

Chilton looked astonished, and almost incredulous. "Well, we needn't worry
over that. The question is, what you're going to do with it?"

"I'm going to send it back."

Chilton made a gesture of impatience. "That's what you can't do. As we
know, the cattle-men had a committee at Cedar a day or two ago, and now
here's a packet stuffed with something going to the Sheriff. Doesn't it
strike you yet that it's quite likely there's a roll of dollar bills and a
letter telling him what he has to do inside it?"

"Well?" said Grant, seeing that he must face the issue sooner or later.

"We don't want their dollars, but that letter's worth a pile of them to
us. We could get it printed by a paper farther east, with an article on it
that would raise a howl from everybody. There are one or two of them quite
ready for a chance of getting a slap at the legislature, while there's
more than one man who would be glad to hawk it round the lobbies. Then his
friends would have no more use for the Sheriff, and we might even get a
commission sent down to straighten things up for us."

"The trouble is that we can't make any use of it," said Grant.

"No?" said Chilton, and the men looked at each other steadily.

"No," repeated Grant. "It wasn't meant that I should get it, and I'm going
to send it back."

"Then, while I don't want to make trouble, I'll have to mention the thing
to my committee."

"You'll do just what you believe is right. Any way, we'll have supper now.
It will be ready."

Chilton stood still a moment. "You are quite straight with us in this?"

"Yes," said Grant, "but I'm not going to give you that letter. Are you
coming in to supper? It really wouldn't commit you to anything."

"I am," said Chilton simply. "I have known you quite a long while, and
your assurance is good enough for me; but you would have found it
difficult to make other folks believe you."

They sat down at table, and Larry smiled as he said, "It's the first time
I have seen your scruples spoil your appetite, Chilton, but I had a notion
that you were not quite sure about taking any supper from me."

"Well," laughed Chilton, "that just shows how foolish a man can be,
because the supper's already right here inside me. When I came in
Breckenridge got it for me. Still, I have driven a long way, and I can
worry through another."

He made a very creditable attempt, and when he had been shown to his room
Grant glanced at Breckenrid