"No, not exactly. That's where we come in," grinned the speaker. "We
are going to help him find it."

"And then?"

"Oh, well. There's lots of ways to get rid of him."

"You mean?"

"He might tumble off into a canyon, or something of the sort, in the
night time. Here's the place."

The train was rounding a bend into the little town of Bluewater.

"Sit still," whispered Tad. "I want to get a look at those fellows so
I'll know them next time I see them."

The Pony Rider boy left his seat, and hurrying to the forward end of
the car, helped himself to a drink of water from the tank; then slowly
retraced his steps.

As he walked down the car, he took in the two men in one swift,
comprehensive glance, then swung his hands to his companions at the
other end of the car, as a signal that they were arriving at their
destination.

"Know 'em?" whispered Stacy as Tad began pulling his baggage from the
rack.