"Why," exclaimed Peggy wonderingly, "it's—it's—"
"Wandering William, minus his wig and goatee, otherwise Sam Kelly, of the United States Secret Service," rejoined the other with a merry laugh. "I guess I'll go out of the doctor business now, since I've nabbed one of the men I was after. Now then, you rascal," addressing the "romantic bandit," who had scrambled to his feet, "where are the rest of Red Bill's precious gang?"
"I don't know," sullenly rejoined the prisoner.
"Oh, yes you do; but first of all give me those papers."
"What papers?"
"The ones you brought here to file in the Assay Office."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do. Come now, or I'll ask the sheriff to search you."
With a very bad grace the outlaw dove into his pocket and handed over a bundle of papers. Wandering Will—we mean Detective Sam Kelly—took them and handed them to Peggy.
"Those are more yours than mine," he said; "we'll file them in the morning or at any time there's no hurry now."