state-room, followed, shadow-like, by the obsequious Jastrow.

It was some little time after breakfast, and Virginia and the Reverend
Billy were doing a constitutional on the plank platform at the
station, when the secretary came down from the car on his way to the
telegraph office.

It was Virginia who stopped him. "What do we do next, Mr. Jastrow?"
she said; "call in the United States Army?"

For reply he handed her a telegram, damp from the copying press. It
was addressed to the superintendent of the C. G. R. at Carbonate, and
she read it without scruple.

"Have the Sheriff of Ute County swear in a dozen deputies and come
with them by special train to Argentine. Revive all possible titles
to abandoned mining claims on line of the Utah Extension, and have
Sheriff Deckert bring blank warrants to cover any emergency.
"DARRAH V.-P."

"That's one of them," said the secretary. "I daren't show you the
other."

"Oh, please!" she said, holding out her hand, while the Reverend Billy
considerately turned his back.

Jastrow weighed the chances of detection. It was little enough he
could do to lay her under obligations to him, and he was willing to do
that little as he could. "I guess I can trust you," he said, and gave
her the second square of press-damp paper.