As Wilkins dropped the match, McNally turned a little and slipped the blue note into his pocket. Then he handed the other papers to Wilkins, saying:—
“Put them back where you found them. We don't want to rob him.”
In a moment, with lowered voice he went on:—
“I don't think it's necessary for me to give any further instructions. When you go back there just tell those men what we want. It's necessary that West shall be out of the game for the next day or two, that's all. I'll walk along toward the train, and when you get through with them follow me down the track. What force have they on the other train?”
“Not more than twenty men.”
“That simplifies—”
As he started to speak there came to his ears a splintering crash followed by a quick succession of shots.
McNally smiled. “The boys are rushing things,” he said. “I hope they aren't doing anything rash. I'll hurry along and pacify 'em. Follow me as soon as you can, will you?”
He turned to go, but Wilkins waited.
“Mr. McNally,” he said, “I guess you'd better attend to that West business yourself. I'll send one of those men to you, and take Smith down to the train with me.”