"Hustle!" said Matt. "If we don't dig up something to help Clipperton he's going to be convicted. And we've only got until Monday. They're not losing any time putting him through."
"Not much time to waste on a breed," returned Burke. "I know how it is. How long will you be in Prescott?"
"Can't tell. Not long, I hope."
"Where are you stopping?"
"Briggs House."
"If anything turns up I'll let you know. If you've gone back to Phœnix, I'll wire you. Keep a stiff upper lip," he added kindly, noting the gloom in Matt's face. "You seem to always win out when you tackle anything."
"There's got to be a first time for a fellow to fall down, Mr. Burke."
"Not for you, Matt," said the sheriff cheerily.
In somewhat better spirits, Matt returned to the hotel. Chub was in the office and was not long in telling Matt that nothing had happened.
"You're the one, anyway, a messenger will be lookin' for," fretted Chub. "If anything's going to turn up, you'd better stay right here and wait for it. Where you been, Matt?"