Slavin said it was Bluckburn who had sent to Barnaby Winthrop a forged letter calling the old prospector back to the ranch. The rascal had also forged the note received by Noel Urner.
Word had been sent by telegraph to the other members of the thieving band, and when Barnaby Winthrop got off at the nearest railroad station to the ranch he was followed and waylaid.
"The crowd had a mighty hard time o' it with him, he fit so," went on Slavin. "Onct he nearly got away, but Captain Grady tripped him up an' then he war bound tight."
"Captain Grady!" ejaculated Allen.
"Thet's his size," cried old Watson. "I allers allowed as how he war one o' the shady class."
"He—he led the whole business," put in Bluckburn. He began to think it time to clear himself. "I only acted under his orders."
"It's too late fer ye ter open yer mouth," was the way Ike Watson cut him short. "Go on, Slavin. Whar's Barnaby Winthrop? Straight, now, remember."
Thus admonished, Slavin told the location of the cave in which the old prospector was held, as well as he was able.
