“Where is the express box?” asked the sheriff.
“I do not know,” answered Rand, defiantly.
“Cached away up on the mountain, I suppose, where the others are.”
“Sir!” thundered Rand, “I have brought in, the bandits, as I promised, to clear my own namen—all but Digger Dan, who escaped. When I say that I do not know what happened to the box, you will please understand that—”
“Here comes Digger Dan now, carrying something.”
“No Indian ever carried anything in baskets slung on a pole!”
“Hel-lo, Missie Jo, how you do?” blandly remarked Digger Dan's double.
“Hop Sing!”
“Ketchem Missa Land's money, nis bas-a-kit.”
“What's in the other one.