Clip looked his gratitude, at the same time there was a restraining gleam in the eyes he turned on Matt.
[CHAPTER VI.]
THE PRIDE OF TOM CLIPPERTON.
At that significant look from Clipperton, Matt's hopes went down. Apparently not even arrest, or the dubious prospect ahead of him, had shaken Tom Clipperton's resolve to hide his dealings with Pima Pete. Defiantly he turned to face the sheriff.
"You're in a bad hole, Clipperton," said McKibben, "and I've brought you here to see again if you won't tell us something that will make this look a little less dark for you. I want to be your friend, but I can't do anything if you're not perfectly frank with me."
"If you want to be my friend, look for the real robbers," answered Clip. "I didn't take Fresnay's money."
"Where did you get that gold, then?"
"I dug it up."
The sheriff looked incredulous, as well he might; Hogan muttered sarcastically, and Fresnay shook his head.