"Ah, King!" exclaimed the sheriff, a sparkle in his eyes. "I thought you'd be back to-day. Made good, as usual, eh? The doctor says one of the gang is here."
"He's in the house," said Matt. "He's the father of the little girl, and——"
"The doctor told me that. Ever since Morisco told me what he knew, I've been half-expecting this would happen. The only thing in the way was having the girl's father find out how badly she was hurt. Who told him?"
"The Mexican that rode off on the horse when you arrested Morisco."
"He couldn't have told him all—he didn't know it."
"Well, I told Bascomb what I knew."
"Bascomb?" queried the sheriff.
"That's the man's name."
"Oh!"
"I'd leave him alone in there for a while, Mr. McKibben," went on Matt. "He's having a hard time of it."