rather than that of a gentleman, a lawyer of considerable repute in
Denver, as you happen to know, Mr. Sheriff? Things have got to a nice
pass when that can be."

"Listen!" thundered the sheriff, turning squarely on the astonished
lawyer, and shaking his finger under his long nose; "you lied to me
about all that valuable paper business. It was _you_ that wanted to
steal something you believed this lad carried about his person, a
paper that would tell you where to find that hidden silver mine! And I
was fool enough to believe you, and to be hoodwinked that way. A
sheriff is sworn to do his duty _only_ so long as he believes he is
doing right; he has no claim to persecute an innocent party. I came
all this way with you, though from the first I suspected you had a
card up your sleeve, Mr. Rawson. Now understand it first and last, I
consider myself no longer in your service. Not a cent that you
promised me will I touch. I'm going to try and make amends to this
poor son of Jerry Rawson for what I've done to worry him, by standing
up and helping him take possession of his father's mine. He's found it
too, because look at these specimens of the richest silver ore I ever
set eyes on. Understand that, sir?"

"But--you carry a warrant for his arrest!" bristled the lawyer, as a
last resort.

The big sheriff pulled a paper out of his pocket, which he proceeded
to tear into a score of fragments, laughing scornfully meanwhile.

"Do you see that, Mr. Rawson, sir? Now where's the warrant for
arresting Aleck, your nephew? Call the boy in, Thad; I want to shake
hands with him, and tell him Bob McNulty is ready to back him up in
holding that mine. And he's got a whole lot to be thankful for, I tell
you, boys, that when things looked darkest for him, a lucky chance, or
some people would call it the favor of Providence, sent you scouts
into this valley to camp. Not another word, Mr. Rawson, if you know
what's good for you, sir!"

CHAPTER XXVIII.

GOOD-BYE TO THE ROCKIES--BOUND FOR HOME.

"This is Aleck Rawson, Sheriff McNulty," said Thad, some little time
later, when, in answer to his signal, two figures came promptly into
camp.

The officer greeted the boy warmly, and what he said caused Aleck's
cheeks to burn red with delight, as well as his eyes to sparkle, as he
turned them, filled with gratitude upon Thad; for it seemed to him the
scoutmaster must be little short of a magician, since he could even
change enemies into