"Well, such work just suits me, and whenever we think we can do a community a good turn we always go ahead and do it. Outlaws don't like me, and I don't like outlaws. It is the same with my partners. Some might call us a little meddlesome sometimes, but it is a way we have got, and we simply can't help it. Are you going back through the pass to-night, Mr. Roche?"
"Why, yes. It is only ten miles from here to my store over in Silver Bend. That is no distance to make, you know."
"That's right. Well, if you happen to meet any of the outlaws while going through just tell them that we will be looking for them to-morrow."
A peculiar smile flitted across the features of Roche, but he quickly changed it and laughed lightly.
"All right, Young Wild West," he said. "If I happen to meet any of them I'll surely tell them what you say."
CHAPTER VI.
CAP ROCHE FALLS A VICTIM TO HOP.
Cap Roche now turned his attention to the table at which Hop was sitting.
"So the heathen is showing you something with the cards, eh, boys?" he said, smilingly.
"That's right, Cap," answered one of them. "An' he's mighty slick, too."