"Where is Dangerfield now, Mr. McKibben?" asked Matt.
"He has been taken to the government prison at Leavenworth," answered the sheriff.
"Can't you write him, tell what has happened, and ask him for a statement?"
"What's the use, Matt? The whole thing sounds too fishy."
"Do it for me, Mr. McKibben! I know Clip's telling the truth. Why, Dangerfield wanted me to help dig up that gold——"
Matt stopped suddenly. Clip's eyes were on him and were telling him plainly he had said too much.
"Wanted you to help dig it up?" queried the puzzled sheriff.
"Write and ask him about it," said Matt.
"I will," averred McKibben, "just because of what you say. My letter will go to the warden of the prison, however, and I'll have him question Dangerfield. It's too improbable a yarn, though, and I haven't any hopes."
He turned to Clip.