"In not cutting the wires?" she asked.
"In everything," I replied. "But the worst botch is their waiting till we had just passed the Arizona line. It they had held us up an hour earlier, it would only have been State's prison."
"And what will it be now?"
"Hanging."
"What?" cried Miss Cullen.
"In New Mexico train-robbing is not capital, but in Arizona it is," I told her.
"And if you catch them they'll be hung?" she asked.
"Yes."
"That seems very hard."
The first signs of dawn were beginning to show by this time, and as the sky brightened I told Miss Cullen that I was going to look for the trail of the fugitives. She said she would walk with me, if not in the way, and my assurance was very positive on that point. And here I want to remark that it's saying a good deal if a girl can be up all night in such excitement and still look fresh and pretty, and that she did.