"They were expecting to meet another of the old gang at the old Hopewell tunnel. They went there to meet him, and found Pima Pete. Then they held Pete a prisoner in the tunnel until they thought the law had taken care of Clip, got word that the man they were waiting for was in Maricopa, and pulled out early Sunday night, in the storm. That was the last of them, and their move once more gave Pete a free hand, for since that money of Dangerfield's had been taken in charge by the State as that stolen from Fresnay, they had no reason to hold Pete."
"What about the fellow at Maricopa?"
"I wired that town and an officer went after him. But the man will not be caught—I'm positive of that."
"Have you captured Pete?"
A queer look crossed Burke's face.
"I reckon I could have captured him, if I'd tried to right hard," said he slowly, "but I didn't try."
"Why not?"
"Well, he showed himself a good deal of a man, for a half-breed, and I'm not hungry to make a thousand off of him."
Matt reached out his hand and gave the sheriff's big paw a cordial grip.
"I'm glad you feel that way," said he. "I can't explain, but what you say does me a lot of good."