New York for besides getting money. There's something behind Stanley's
jail trip besides the copper proposition; and that something is back in
New York. I'm going to see what about it.

"Just one thing more: If we don't come, and you have to strike out for
the tanks in Cabeza Mountain, you'll notice a mess of low, little,
insignificant, roan-colored, squatty hills spraddled along to the south
of you. You shun them hills, bearing off to your right. There's where our
mine is. And some one might be watching you or following your tracks.
That's all. Now I'm going to sleep. Wake me about an hour by sun."

* * * * *

Mr. Peter Johnson sat in the office of the Tucson Jail and smiled kindly
upon Mr. Stanley Mitchell.

"Well, you got here at last," said Stan. "Gee, but I'm glad to see you!
What kept you so long?"

"Stanley, I am surprised at you. I am so. You keep on like this and
you're going to have people down on you. Too bad! But I suppose boys will
be boys," said Pete tolerantly.

"I knew you'd spring something like this," said Stan. "Take your time."

"I'm afraid it's you that will take time, my boy. Can't you dig up any
evidence to help you?"

"I don't see how. I went to sleep and didn't hear a thing; didn't wake up
till they arrested me."