“I’m not goin’ to talk.”
“Hibbard,” said the judge, “I don’t want to be hard on you. Make a clean breast of everything, and I’ll let you go. You’ve got a father and mother in Mesa, and they’re good friends of mine. I don’t want to do anything to bring disgrace upon them. But,” and the judge’s face grew stern, “I’ll put you through for this if you don’t tell me everything about the affair.”
A gleam of hope flickered in the chauffeur’s eyes.
“Do you mean that, judge?” he asked.
“I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean,” was the quiet reply.
“Then ask your questions, and I’ll come across with straight answers.”
“You sneaked out of town to get Chantay Seeche Tom to help you rob me?”
“Yes. Tom was to come in to Phoenix and meet me at the Palace. After that, we were to get the note from Clancy and make a grab for your five thousand.”
“Why were you going to get the note from Clancy?”
“Because Rockwell offered me two hundred dollars for it.”