was responsible."

"He ain't quite sure if that isn't the fact," said the express
messenger, in a lowered voice.

"Why? What do you mean?" clamored the others excitedly.

"Well--THIS is about the spot where the up coach was robbed six months
ago," returned the messenger.

"Dear me!" said the lady in the back seat, rising with a half hysterical
laugh, "hadn't we better get out before they come?"

"There is not the slightest danger, madam," said a quiet, observant man,
who had scarcely spoken before, "or the expressman would not have told
us; nor would he, I fancy, have left his post beside the treasure on the
box."

The slight sarcasm implied in this was enough to redden the expressman's
cheek in the light of the coach lamp which Yuba Bill had just unshipped
and brought to the window. He would have made some tart rejoinder, but
was prevented by Yuba Bill addressing the passengers: "Ye'll have to put
up with ONE light, I reckon, until we've got this job finished."

"How long will it last, Bill?" asked the man nearest the window.

"Well," said Bill, with a contemptuous glance at the elegant coach axe
he was carrying in his hand, "considerin' these purty first-class highly
expensive hash choppers that the kempany furnishes us, I reckon it may
take an hour."