“Eh?” Fulsom eyed him sharply. “We got to have your evidence—”
“You’ll get it. I’ll come over on the mailboat tomorrow.” Hardrock motioned to the figure of Hughie Dunlevy. “I’ve got a little business to settle with this chap, first—I may have to convince him a little more that I’m the better man. Then we’ll have to get his launch and Micky’s boat back to St. James. And I have a very important errand there.”
“Oh!” Fulsom broke into a grin. “Oh! So that’s it, eh? That Callahan girl, eh? Dog-gone you, Hardrock, here’s luck to you! See you later, then.”
He went for his handcuffs. Hardrock looked down at the slowly wakening Hughie Dunlevy.
“Looks like that textbook for engineers is never going to get written!” he murmured. “Sure looks that way. I’ve got to convince this fellow, then I’ve got to convince Matt Big Mary that I’m a good man to marry his daughter, and then I’ve got to convince the daughter of the same thing—but, I guess an Arizona Callahan can do it, by gosh!”
And he grinned happily.
The End