seems to me."

Behind drooping eyelids Jed was malevolently feline. "Seems to me I
did."

From his pocket came slowly a folded paper. He opened and looked it
over at leisure before his mocking eyes lifted again to the wounded
man. "This belongs to you, too, but I know you'll excuse me if I keep
it to show to the boys before returning it."

"So you've read it," Arlie broke in scornfully.

He grinned at her, and nodded. "Yes, I've read it, my dear. I had to
read it, to find out whose it was. Taken by and large, it's a right
interesting document, too."

He smiled at the ranger maliciously, yet with a certain catlike
pleasure in tormenting his victim. Arlie began to feel a tightening of
her throat, a sinking of the heart. But Fraser looked at the man with
a quiet, scornful steadfastness. He knew what was coming, and had
decided upon his course.

"Seems to be a kind of map, lieutenant. Here's Gimlet Butte and the
Half Way House and Sweetwater Dam and the blasted pine. Looks like it
might be a map from the Butte to this part of the country. Eh, Mr.
Fraser from Texas?"

"And if it is?"

"Then I should have to ask you how you come by it, seeing as the map