There was no doubt but that Siwash Charley was Cant Phillips! No doubt but that this satchel, drawn out of the earthen cache by Pecos, was the dishonored officer's luggage—the very receptacle which had contained the San Francisco plans!
"Pecos!" cried Matt, as the thief darted toward the door.
The man paused.
"I ain't got no time ter bother with you," he answered.
"You got me into this," begged Matt, "and why not set me at liberty?"
"I'm takin' enough from Siwash, I reckon," said Pecos.
"But if it hadn't been for you I wouldn't be where I am now."
"An' if ye wasn't where ye are now," answered Pecos, by a strange process of reasoning, "I wouldn't be entitled ter this!" He shook the jingling pouch.
"I've got money in my pocket——"