This was true.
One of the counterfeiters was advancing with a flag of truce. Frank at once opened the door of the wagon and stepped out into view.
The fellow advanced to within twenty yards of the Steam Horse and exclaimed:
“Hello, straungers!”
“Hello!” replied Frank.
“I reckon ye don’t know where ye are, do ye?”
“We are in the Death Pass, are we not?” replied Frank.
“That’s right! Wall, thar’s only one man has any right to this pass, an’ his name is Bert Mason.”
“Indeed!”
“Ye sent word that ye wanted to see him. We’ve got information that you are a spy, and you’ll have ter prove yerself, or ye can’t go out of here alive.”