man. Make out the paper he indicates for the balance, and I'll sign it."
"Ain't you powerful trustful, Mr. Trine? How do you know I'll do anything more'n pocket that thousand and fade delicately away."
"My daughter and this gentleman, Mr. Marrophat, will accompany you."
"Oh, that's the way of it, is it?"
"Precisely!" Trine snapped.
"All right," he agreed at length, after a surprised recognition of Judith's femininity and a deliberately admiring review of her charms, "you're on as aforesaid."
"Name?" interjected the secretary.
"Slade," said the bandit, "James Slade, commonly known as Hopi Jim. That's me."
"Then attend closely, Mr. Slade," said Trine. "The man whose life I want is named Alan Law. He is running away with my daughter Rose, accompanied by a person named Barcus disguised as a Pullman porter"
"The three of them having recently escaped from a train wreck up yonder on the trestle?" Hopi Jim interposed.
"You've met them?" Judith demanded.
"About an hour ago," Hopi Jim replied, "a good ways down the road. They stopped and asked where they could get put up for the night. I directed
