Webb Mackenzie’s face was pallid, but there was a new light of hope in it. “I believe you’re right. God knows I hope so. That may sound a horrible thing to say of my best friend, but if it has got to be one or the other—if it is certain that my old bunkie came to his death foully in Chihuahua while trying to save my baby, or is alive to-day, a skulking coward and villain—with all my heart I hope he is dead.” He spoke with a passionate intensity which showed how much he had cared for his early friend, and how much the latter’s apparent treachery had cut him. “I hope you’ll never have a friend go back on you, Mr. O’Connor, the one friend you would have banked on to a finish. Why, Dave Henderson saved my life from a bunch of Apaches once when it was dollars to doughnuts he would lose his own if he tried it. We were prospecting in the Galiuros together, and one mo’ning when he went down to the creek to water the hawsses he sighted three of the red devils edging up toward the cabin. There might have been fifty of them there for all he knew, and he had a clear run to the plains if he wanted to back one of the ponies and take it. Most any man would have saved his own skin, but not Dave. He hoofed it back to the cabin, under fire every foot of the way, and together we made it so hot for them that they finally gave up getting us. We were in the Texas Rangers together, and pulled each other through a lot of close places. And then at the end—Why, it hurt me more than it did losing my own little girl.” Bucky nodded. Since he was a man and not a father, he could understand how the hurt would rankle year after year at the defalcation of his comrade. “That’s another kink we have got to unravel in this tangle. First off, there’s your little girl, to find if she is still alive. Second, we must locate Dave Henderson or his grave. Third, there’s something due the scoundrel who is responsible for this. Fourthly, brethren, there’s that map section to find. And lastly, we’ve got to find just how this story you’ve told me got mixed with the story of the holdup of the Limited. For it ce’tainly looks as if the two hang together. I take it that the thing to do is to run down the gang that held up the Limited. Once we do that, we ought to find the key to the mystery of your little girl’s disappearance. Or, at least, there is a chance we shall. And it’s chances we’ve got to gamble on in this thing.” “Good enough. I like the way you go at this. Already I feel a heap better than I did.” “If the cards fall our way you’re going to get this thing settled once for all. I can’t promise my news will be good news when I get it, but anything will be better than the uncertainty you’ve been in, I take it,” said Bucky, rising from his chair. “You’re right there. But, wait a moment. Let’s drink to your success.” “I’m not much of a sport,” Bucky smiled. “Fact is, I never drink, seh.”