"Sure I've heard about it," said he. "The trial's on to-day. I'm wondering, Matt, why you're not in Phœnix instead of here."
"I'm here trying to help Clipperton. I can't explain how, but that's the way of it. Short, Clip's lawyer, telegraphed me the case will probably go to the jury Monday. There's not much time to lose, and I'd like to have you send out some deputies to look for the real robbers, Mr. Burke."
Burke opened his eyes wide.
"Why," said he, "it looks like a clear case against Clipperton, and——"
"It isn't a clear case!" declared Matt warmly. "Day before yesterday the two men who robbed Fresnay were in the hills between Wickenburg and Skull Valley. That puts them in your county, Mr. Burke, and it's up to you to catch them, if you can."
"How do you know all that?" demanded Burke, a little excited.
"Because they chased me and my chum, McReady; but we were on our motor-cycles, and got away from them."
"What were they chasin' you for?"
Matt did not care to tell Burke about the tip which had brought him and Chub to Prescott. He got around the explanation in another way.