"I've had a message in cipher from my people in Washington, telling me that while I'm out in this section they'd like me to look up one Clem Parsons, who's been wanted for a long time on the charge of counterfeiting Government notes. When last heard from he was running a stage line somewhere in the country of the Colorado and doing a little in the way of fleecing unsuspecting travelers who come out here to see the wonders of the Canyon. So from now on we'll begin to ask questions and see whether we can get on the trail of this gentleman who's given some of the smartest agents in the Secret Service the call-down." "And then they have to depend on Ned Nestor and his able assistant, Jimmy McGraw," remarked the last mentioned scout; "excuse me, fellers, but if you don't blow your own horn, who d'ye reckon'll be fool enough to do it for you? But Ned, if our luck holds as good as it generally does, chances are ten to one this same Clem Parsons will come tumbling right up against us. It seems like you might be a magnet and they all have to come our way sooner or later." "Any description of what he looks like?" asked Jack, who had known Ned to get similar orders on previous occasions and could guess that it was not all left to his imagination. "Yes, they tell me he is tall and thin and has a scar on his left cheek. He used to be a cow puncher at one time and might be working at his old trade now. That's a point to remember when we get to the Double Cross Ranch. Every puncher will have to run the gantlet of our eyes and if one of them happens to be marked with a scar on his left cheek, it'll be a bad day for him." "Now, wouldn't it be queer if we _did_ run across the mutt there at your uncle's place, Harry?" remarked Jimmy. "But here we are again, Ned, uniting business with pleasure like we've done heaps of times before now. Mr. Clem Parsons, I'm sure sorry for you when this combination gets started to work, because you've _got_ to come in out of the wet and that's all there is to it!" It might appear that Jimmy was much given to boasting; but as a rule he made good, so that this failing might be forgiven by those who knew him and his propensity for joking. They moved out of town after getting a pretty poor apology for a lunch at the tavern. Jimmy declared that he would starve on such fare and announced his intention of immediately opening a box of crackers he had purchased at a local store so as to keep himself from suffering. Ned, as was his habit, had interviewed about everybody that crossed his path, so as to improve upon the rude map he carried and which he had found to be faulty on several occasions, which fact caused him to distrust it as a guide. "We ought to make the ranch by tomorrow evening, if all goes well," he told his three chums, as they walked onward over the plain, still heading almost due southwest.