"You, Jerry, and you, Sam, take them back to the town and lock them up," ordered the chief. "Perhaps you, Charley, would better go with them. Ride and make them walk!"
"Locked up!" shouted the dark little man. "What for?"
"Treason to your country," was the short reply.
For a moment there was no word spoken, then the three men arose to their feet and approached the chief, standing with a hand on his revolver.
"There is money," one of the men said. "Plenty of money."
"Cut that out!" ordered the chief, curtly.
"Not in the thousands!" the other went on, "In the millions!"
"If they renew this proposition on the way in," ordered the chief, "gag them!"
In a moment the three men were away with their prisoners, the sound of the horses' feet dying away in soft echoes from the hills.
Then the chief turned to the clerk.