"Do you mean to say," shouted the man in the car, "that the hombre who was in this car with you didn't have that bag?"
"Yes, he's the one. His name's Tomlinson. He's in the jewelry business, in Denver."
An odd expression crossed the faces of the two men. Then Spangler began to laugh.
"What d'ye think o' that, Hank?" he demanded. "Tomlinson! He said his name was Tomlinson! Waal, wouldn't that rattle yer spurs?"
"You say he had the bag?" went on Hank.
"Yes," said Matt.
"They didn't try to take it away from him in Ash Fork?"
"No. Why should they, if it belonged to him?"
"What became of—er—Tomlinson?"
"He got out of the car on the other side of the mountain. He thought you'd cross over through the gap, and head us off."