But there were voices beginning. The yells of Lewison had struck out echoes up and down the street. Terry could hear shouts begin inside houses in answer, and bark out with sudden clearness as a door or a window was opened. They reached the horses, dumped the precious burdens into the saddlebags, and mounted. "Which way?" gasped Denver. A light flickered in the bank; half a dozen men spilled out of the back door, cursing and shouting. "Walk your horse," said Terry. "Walk it--you fool!" Denver had let his horse break into a trot. He drew it back to a walk at this hushed command. "They won't see us unless we start at a hard gallop," continued Terry. "They won't watch for slowly moving objects now. Besides, it'll be ten minutes before the sheriff has a posse organized. And that's the only thing we have to fear." CHAPTER 36 They drifted past the town, quickening to a soft trot after a moment, and then to a faster trot--El Sangre was gliding along at a steady pace. "Not back to the house!" said Denver with an oath, when they straightened back to the house of Pollard. "That's the first place McGuire will look, after what you said to him the other night." "That's where I want him to look," answered Terry, "and that's where he'll find me. Pollard will hide the coin and we'll get one of the boys to take our sweaty horses over the hills. We can tell McGuire that the two horses have been put out to pasture, if he asks. But he mustn't find hot horses in the stable. Certainly McGuire will strike for the house. But what will he find?" He laughed joyously. Suddenly the voice of Denver cut in softly, insinuatingly. "You dope it that he'll cut for the house of Pollard? So do I. Now, kid, why not go another direction--and keep on going? What right have Pollard and the others to cut in on this coin? You and me, kid, can--" "I don't hear you, Denver," interrupted Terry. "I don't hear you. We wouldn't have known where to find the stuff if it hadn't been for Pollard's friend Sandy. They get their share--but you can have my part, Denver. I'm not doing this for money; it's only an object lesson to that fat-headed sheriff. I'd pay twice this price for the sake of the little talk I'm going to have with him later on tonight." "All right--Black Jack," muttered Denver. For it seemed to him that the voice of the lost leader had spoken. "Play the fool, then, kid. But-- let's feed these skates the spur! The town's boiling!" Indeed, there was a dull roar behind them. "No danger," chuckled Terry. "McGuire knows perfectly well that I've done this. And because he knows that, and he knows that I know it, he'll strike in the opposite direction to Pollard's house. He'll never dream that I would go right back to Pollard and sit down under the famous nose of McGuire!"