The face of Roche wore, a smile as he came in, and, giving a nod, he said:
"I never saw you before, but I knew you right away. I am glad to meet you, Young Wild West."
"All right, Cap Roche. I am glad to meet you, too."
"Ah! You know me, then?"
"Well, Sedgwick told me who you were. We saw you looking at the sign over at the pass. Quite a sign, isn't it?"
"You saw me looking at it?" queried the man, showing just the least bit of uneasiness.
"Yes, we were over there when you came out. The man who painted the letters on the barrel-head is quite an artist, and he knows how to spell, all right. They say there is another sign at the other end of the pass."
"Yes, there's one just like it there," replied Roche. "I can't help looking at them every time I come through Forbidden Pass. To-night is the first time I have been through in a week or two, so I could not help looking to see if the signs were still in place. As you heard me say before you came in here, I am satisfied that there are no longer any outlaws hanging about the pass. I reckon they must have got disgusted with the lack of business and moved away."
"Maybe they did. But if they haven't moved away they will move before many hours, and you can bet all you're worth on that!"
"You are going after them, then?"