"Here—on the ranch?"
"Yes."
"You don't suspect——"
Waters stopped, for footsteps came toward the door, and his sentence was not finished.
In another moment one of the men belonging to the guard came in and looked upon a shelf for his pipe.
"It's Natty Burke, the one-armed ticket-of-leave man," whispered Waters. "He is always sneaking around when there's anything to overhear. Wait till he goes out."
Natty filled his pipe and leaned against the wall smoking in long draughts for ten minutes.
He did not appear to see Old Broadbrim and Waters, but his keen eyes had singled them out from the first.
By and by, however, Natty moved away and shut the door behind him.
"A spy!" said Waters. "That man came in here to see who was in the house, and he is a cool one. But, never mind, Riggs; go on with your story. Where is this suspected man?"