don't want folks to git onto it. Reckon it's a new-fangled printing press—one to run by electristity—or sumthin' like that."
"He told you that, did he?"
"Yes. But I hain't goin' to answer no more questions," went on the old man, and started to mount the wagon seat again.
"Wait," said James Monday. "I am sorry, but you'll have to stay here for the present, Mr. Cashaw."
"You mean you are goin' to make me stay here?"
"For a while, yes."
"With the wagon?"
"No, I'll drive your wagon to the ranch."
"I ain't askin' you to do the job."
"I'll do it for nothing," answered the government official with a quiet smile.
"See here, I don't understand this, at all," cried Bill Cashaw. "What is yer game, anyhow?"
"If you want me to be plain, I'll tell you. I suspect the men at the ranch of a serious crime. For all I know, you are one of the gang and as bad as the rest. If so, you're face to face with a long term in prison."
"Crime? Prison? I ain't done a thing!"
"If you are innocent, you have nothing to fear,
