"It was. Two men broke a rail-joint on Little Butte side-cutting for my special—and caught the delayed passenger instead. Flemister was one of the two."
"And the other?" said McCloskey.
Lidgerwood did not name the other.
"We'll get the other man in good time, and if there is any law in this God-forsaken desert we'll hang both of them. Have you unloaded it all? If you have, I'll turn in."
"All but one little item, and maybe you'll rest better if I don't tell you that right now."
"Give it a name," said Lidgerwood crisply.
"Bart Rufford has broken jail, and he is here, in Angels."
McCloskey was watching his chief's face, and he was sorry to see the sudden pallor make it colorless. But the superintendent's voice was quite steady when he said:
"Find Judson, and tell him to look out for himself. Rufford won't forgive the episode of the 'S'-wrench. That's all—I'm going to bed."