strode into the shop.

"We are looking," said the President, "for a man by the name of Wiles,
and three Mexicans known as Pedro, Manuel, and Miguel."

"Ye are?"

"We are!"

"Faix, and I hope ye'll foind 'em. And if ye'll git from 'em the score
I've got agin 'em, darlint, I'll add a blessing to it."

There was a laugh at this from the bystanders, who, somehow, resented
the intrusion of these strangers.

"I fear you will find it no laughing matter, gentlemen," said Dr. Guild,
a little stiffly, "when I tell you that a murder has been committed, and
the men I am seeking within an hour of that murder put up that notice
signed by their names," and Dr. Guild displayed the paper.

There was a breathless silence among the crowd as they eagerly pressed
around the Doctor. Only Roscommon kept on wiping his counter.

"You will observe, gentlemen, that the name of Roscommon also appears on
this paper as one of the original beaters."

"And sure, darlint," said Roscommon, without looking up, "if ye've no
better ividince agin them boys then you have forninst me, it's home ye'd
bether be riding to wanst. For it's meself as hasn't sturred fut out of
the store the day and noight,--more betoken as the boys I've sarved kin