"What's that got to do with it?" demanded the Prescott man, staring.
"Why, I was told to get here at five o'clock——"
"Ye was, hey?" asked one of the posse, looking at a watch. "Then ye're ahead of time, my boy. It lacks five minutes of five."
Matt's delight must have been reflected in his face, for Burke's interest in him manifestly deepened.
"Who told you to get here by five o'clock?" he asked.
"Governor Gaynor."
"Gaynor?" repeated the sheriff.
"Yes. I left Phœnix at quarter-past twelve——"
"Last night?"
"No—at noon to-day."