"Las' Saturday night," said Hodges, after a brief moment of reflection.
Packard tossed the little roll to the bar.
"There's the money. Tell Blenham I thought it was his!"
He turned to the door, his blood suddenly stirred with certainty: Blenham had stolen the ten thousand dollars, and the theft had been committed no longer ago than last Saturday night. Just a week—there was the chance——
"Hey, there," called Hodges. "Who'll I say lef this? What name, stranger?"
Steve turned and regarded him coolly.
"Tell him Steve Packard called. Steve Packard, boss of Ranch Number Ten."
And Dan Hodges, dull wit that he was, felt that something was wrong. The look in the stranger's eyes had altered swiftly, the eyes had grown hard. Steve went out. As he reached the sidewalk he glimpsed a red automobile racing townward from the station. Behind it, riding in its dust, came Blenham.