"There's another way," asserted Matt.
"What other way is there?" asked Cameron.
"Well, first off, we can send a message at once to Bismarck, to the chief of police——"
"Sufferin' blockheads!" grunted McGlory. "I never thought of that."
"How are the police going to locate Murgatroyd?" went on Cameron. "The scoundrel is there under an assumed name."
"Why," said Matt, "tell the police, in the message, to arrest any man who calls at the post office and asks for mail for 'George Hobbes.'"
"Easy enough," muttered Cameron.
"No," proceeded Matt, "not so easy as you think, for it may be that Murgatroyd has already received the letter. But shoot the message through at once, Cameron, and let's do all we can, and as quick as we can."
The message was written out and sent to the telegraph office by O'Hara.
"Now," said Cameron, "assuming that that does the trick for Murgatroyd, there is still young Prebbles to think about. He'll wait at Burnt Creek, I take it, for Murgatroyd, and if Murgatroyd is captured, and isn't able to leave Bismarck, we can reach Burnt Creek in time to find our man and advance that 'spark of friendship'—which, to be perfectly candid, I haven't much faith in."