"I feel that you have seen some one in the Grand Cañon."
"You are right. I have."
"Are they here to stay?"
"Yes, they think so."
"Who are they?"
"They are masked men, outlaws, belonging, I feel sure, to the road-agent band I heard of when at W——."
"They go masked in camp?"
"They do."
"How many?"
"There are, I think, nearly a dozen of them."