He was always back at Bronco Bill’s within ten minutes from the time he started.
At length he went in and stayed there.
Patsy went across and looked in long enough to see that Snell had found an old book somewhere, and was reading it in the barroom.
It was almost noon when the man Snell had been expecting came.
The detective knew it before Snell did.
Watching from his window, he saw a man come rapidly up from the direction of the railroad.
He walked as if he knew where he was going, and he turned in at Bronco Bill’s.
It was the stranger who had come so near to murdering Snell a short time before in New York City.
“Now we’re getting down to business!” thought Patsy, with great satisfaction.
It had been a long wait, and he was a little tired of it.