Catlin was in the act of washing his face, and him I instantly covered with my weapon. His companion was still abed. On my entrance the latter had instinctively raised on his elbow, but immediately dropped back as he saw the figures of my companions darkening the door.
“Well, gentlemen?” demanded Catlin.
“You must come with us,” I replied.
He showed no concern, but wiped carefully his face and hands.
360“I will be ready in a minute,” said he, throwing aside the towel, and rolling down his shirt sleeves. He advanced toward a bench on which his coat had been flung. “I’ll be with you as soon as I can put on my coat.”
I glanced toward that garment and saw the muzzle of a revolver peeping out from beneath it.
“I’ll hand your coat to you,” said I quickly. Catlin turned deadly pale, but spoke with his usual composure.
“What am I wanted for?” he inquired.
“For being a road agent, a thief, and an accessory to robberies and murders,” I replied.
“I am innocent of all–as innocent as you are.”