"Tehachapi Hank."
All talked at once now. Not one was there that was not sure Hiram had hit upon a clew.
"And Tehachapi Hank's a bad man," said Heine. "Admitted it himself. And he's a side-kick of that cholo-faced Drummond!"
Study of the razor, now red with rust, showed the amateur detectives nothing.
"And ye saw only the face of one of 'em, Hiram?" Blink Keddie asked it.
"Only one. The others managed to keep their masks on."
"Tehachapi Hank and Al Drummond them other two was," said McAllen positively. "Too bad it wasn't one o' them you knocked the mask off of, Wild Cat."
"And you never saw this fella that you got a look at?" asked Schultz.
Hiram shook his head. "I didn't even see him well," he added. "Through revolver smoke—and the rain pouring—and next instant his face didn't look like anything much. That was a wicked old pine knot."
"I'll say she was, boy! But about the razor?" Keddie kept on.