He did not want to be seen spying on the stairs of the Casino, and when it seemed he could not get nearer that room without discovery, as people were passing through the upper halls, he retreated to the street. But he did not at once go away. Taking a position on the opposite side of the street, where he fancied he could not be seen, he watched the door marked “Private.” But though he tarried there two hours, Jackson Dane did not reappear. Buffalo Bill was a good deal puzzled, when he made his way back to the Eagle House. “But there’s one thing,” he resolved; “to-night I’ll watch Juniper Joe’s cabin for a while.” He did not wait until night, however, before visiting the place. He made a bold call on Juniper Joe, soon after leaving the Casino. The door of the cabin was locked, as usual; but when the scout had rapped briskly two or three times, heavy steps were heard, and Juniper Joe cautiously opened the door. “Oh, it’s you!” he said, when he beheld the scout, his manner uneasy. “Yes; can I come in?” Buffalo Bill answered. Juniper Joe flung the door open, and invited him in. The big room which had witnessed the “jubilee” was unoccupied, save by Juniper Joe and the scout. “Your wife is not in?” the scout asked. “She’s downtown somewhar, gittin’ acquainted with the Blossom Range ladies; she allowed, seein’ that she was mightily int’rested in society back East, that it was goin’ to be plum lonely fer her hyer if she didn’t stir up some women to talk to; so she sailed out, and has been workin’ hard at it the better part of the day.” Juniper Joe had discarded his black broadcloth and shiny cady for a miner’s working suit and a soft, clay-stained hat. “Been pokin’ about in my mine,” he explained. “Struck another rich pocket, too!” He beamed. “Allow me to show you some o’ the nuggets I got out of it.” He went into the other room, and brought out some nuggets--a handful of them. “Beauties, ain’t they?” he said, as the scout inspected them. “Struck the pocket this mornin’, soon after I come back frum the express office, an’ have been gopherin’ round it ever sense. If things keeps up this way, I’ll have another shipment to make in a week er so; but, by jings, I don’t let the Wells Fargo handle it!” “They fell down pretty badly on that last job.” “’Jever see anything like it! Every bush round Blossom Range seems to be hidin’ an agent, and the town is full o’ thieves. That’s why I allus keep that door locked when I’m out of the house, or at work back in the mine. I was glad to git that stuff into the hands of the express company, fer I expected every night to be knocked on the head before mornin’, so long as I had it in hyer. Thar’s plenty men in this town would kill ye fer a bag o’ gold dust.” “I’m afraid that’s right.” “I’m shore of it. And sense Tim Benson is round hyer, I ain’t takin’ no chances.” He indicated the two big revolvers under his coat.