"Did you recognize that chap with the girl?"
"Never laid eyes on him before," the official averred. "What about it?"
"When I was down at Kalmak the other day," Dangerous Dan answered impressively, "they arrested that fellow for murder. He's broken jail."
The sheriff grinned contentedly.
"Then right here's where he breaks in again. I'll see to that. You're sure there's no mistake?"
"No mistake!" was the terse assurance. "I'll swear to his identity if necessary. But probably there'll be somebody after him pretty soon, as they'd figure he'd take this way for the Border."
"I thought you were going in the morning," the sheriff objected. "I'll have to have you for a witness, if nobody else turns up."
"Oh, I'll stay, all right!" Dan laughed.
And the Fates must have laughed with him, and at him, in mockery; for, in this last malignant act, Dangerous Dan McGrew worked evil against himself and none other.... Lou, looking on apathetically, wondered why Dan should be so eager to deliver over a fugitive from justice. He was not usually so intolerant of crime!