Like the first, it was addressed to the superintendent at Carbonate.
But this time the brown eyes flashed and her breath came quickly as
she read the vice-president's cold-blooded after-thought:

"Town-Marshal Biggin will arrive in Carbonate on Number 201 this
A.M. with a prisoner. Have our attorneys see to it that the man is
promptly jailed in default of bond. If he is set at liberty, as he
is likely to be, I shall trust you to arrange for his rearrest and
detention at all hazards.
"D."




V

THE LANDSLIDE


Virginia took the first step in the perilous path of the strategist
when she handed the incendiary telegram back to Jastrow.

"Poor Mr. Winton!" she said, with the real sympathy in the words made
most obviously perfunctory by the tone. "What a world of possibilities
there is masquerading behind that little word 'arrange.' Tell me more
about it, Mr. Jastrow. How will they 'arrange' it?"

"Winton's rearrest? Nothing easier in a tough mining-camp like
Carbonate, I should say."