"What did that coyote do?" roared Siwash. "Tell me that."
"He took your money and ran away with it."
"Did—did he take anything else?"
"Well, some of my money that I had in a vest pocket."
"Anything else?"
"No."
"Ye know whar that cache is?"
"Of course. How could I help knowing when Pecos Jones rifled it under my eyes?"
"I'm suspicionin' you," yelled Siwash, "with yer whistlin' o' reveilles an' stable calls! Ye kain't fool me, not fer a minit."
Matt had been afraid of this discovery, but there had been no way of preventing it. He had told Siwash about Pecos in the hope of having the ruffian trail away in pursuit of the thief.