"But Skinner is going with us."
"Yes—but he'll have company."
"Who?"
"The man you saw yesterday. You didn't suspect, perhaps, but that was
Bob Dinsmore, who killed Bailey."
"The hide-out!" exclaimed Thayor, with a start.
"Yes, he's been around here ever since we came."
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Why didn't you let me see him?"
"Well, we didn't think any good would come of it, sir. Hite won't let him go hungry if he can help it, and he can now. We haven't eaten half the grub we brought."
Thayor stood for a moment in deep thought, reached down into his pocket and took from it a roll of bills.
"Hand this to Holt, Billy, and tell him to give it to the poor fellow from me."