Matt puzzled his brain over the problem for several minutes.
"I'll tell you, Clip," said he finally, "you meet your uncle to-night, but do it carefully—understand? Be sure no one sees you. Let him tell you right where the gold is, and let him take a thousand of it, if he has to have it, and clear out. In two or three days, when your uncle has had time to get into Mexico, I'll go to Governor Gaynor, lay the whole matter before him, and ask his advice. If he says for us to do what Dangerfield wants, we'll do it. That's the best course. But don't you be with Pima Pete a minute longer than you have to."
Once more Clip bowed his head. While he was thinking the matter over a rap fell on the door.
Starting up quickly, Clip laid a finger on his lips, moved softly across the room and into a closet, pulling the door partly shut after him.
All this secrecy of Clip's Matt did not think at all necessary; but Clip was a queer fellow, although a fine one at heart, and doubly queer whenever anything connected with his ancestry came up.
There was no time to argue with him, however, and Matt stepped to the door and threw it open.
McKibben, the sheriff, stepped into the room.
[CHAPTER IV.]
M'KIBBEN'S TIP.