"James D. Ruggles," came the surly answer.
"I hope you are giving your correct name."
"That's the Money!"
"Why shouldn't I? If I gave you a wrong name there are plenty of people hereabouts who could soon set you straight."
"Your business, Mr. Ruggles?"
"Owner of mines in Mexico."
"Any in the insurrecto district?" pursued Captain Foster.
"Yes. That's why——"