"Those two robbers, Mr. Burke," said he earnestly, "are two of Dangerfield's old gang."
Burke shot out of his chair at that.
"Are you positive of that, Matt?" he demanded.
"I am sure of it as I am that I am sitting here this minute."
"But those two scoundrels may be a hundred miles away from here by now!"
"I don't think so. I've got a firm conviction that they're hanging around in the vicinity of Prescott."
"They must have recognized you as bein' the governor's courier, that time we made the sourround at Tinaja Wells," said Burke, "and that's why they chased you."
Matt made no response to this.
"Will you try and locate them, Mr. Burke?" he asked.
"You bet I will—if for nothing more than to do something for you. You stack up pretty high with me, my boy, and if this is going to help any, I'll get right at it."