"Good work! Hartman, will you give us a show this evening?"
"The hall's in pretty rough shape but if you want it——"
"I want it to keep things quiet, Hartman, till we find those hombres and get them in jail at Cabillo."
The young fellow nodded. "I'll have things ready at seven. After the funeral, I'll get the word out."
Jim rode on to his neglected work at the office. There he found the members of the committee awaiting him. Even the chairman was eager to know details of occurrences since they had gone reluctantly to bed after midnight.
When Jim had finished his story, the Vermont man said pompously: "You seem to manage men rather well, Mr. Manning. In behalf of my colleagues I wish to thank you for your hospitality to us. As you know, we must leave this afternoon."
Jim nodded. "I shall have my superintendent take you over to the train. You will understand that I do not want to leave the camp myself."
"I wish we could stay and see the end of this," said one of the members. "It's like life in a dime novel."
"My chief regret is that we only had half of the Mask Ball. After this, when my constituents are tempted to give me a dinner, I shall urge a Mask Ball instead. Never had one given for me before and no débutante ever had anything on my feelings last night," said another.