Throop, who had listened intently, now broke out: "Well, I hope so. That old man and his girl sure are acquiring all kinds of misery. Kitsong got Carmody to issue a warrant for them yesterday, and I wired the authorities at Lone Rock and had them both taken from the train."
The ranger's face stiffened as he stared at the officer. "You did!"
"I did, and they're on their way back on No. 6."
"How could Carmody do that?" Hanscom demanded, hotly. "He told them to go—I heard him."
"He says not. He says he just excused the girl for the time being. He declares now that he expected them both to stay within call, and when he heard they were running away—"
"How did he know they were running away?"
"Search me! Some one on the train must have wired back."
"More likely the Blackbird Ranch 'phoned in. They are all related to Watson. I was afraid of them." He rose. "Well, that proves that Abe and his gang were at the bottom of that raid."
"Maybe so, but I don't see how Carmody can go into that—his job is to find the man or woman who killed Watson."
"Well, there's where I come in. I've got the girl who made those tracks on the floor."