On the way to the pass and back, they talked much of what had happened, each presenting many theories for discussion. One of the things they particularly discussed was the statement of Jackson Dane, that the two road agents who had done the work had been Juniper Joe and his new wife. “Ef Dane didn’t act so quare hisself, some deependence might be put in what he said,” averred Nomad. “Very true,” the scout assented; “the difficulty lies just there.” “Ef he wanted to be frank and aboveboard wi’ ye, why didn’t he make some mention of thet gal, Vera Bright?” “She may have no connection with the thing at all; in fact, I don’t see how she could have.” “So, thar ye air; jest whar ye was before,” said Nomad. The lights of the town were glimmering across the rocky slopes as they approached; and night had come. “What ye goin’ to do to-night?” Nomad asked. “I think I shall stick to my plan of watching Juniper Joe’s cabin to-night.” “Y’ ain’t had any sleep ter-day!” the trapper objected. “That doesn’t matter. I can roll in some time before morning, and get all I need. We’ll first see if the baron has jumped anything, in his watching at the Casino.” But the baron did not appear at the evening meal at the Eagle House; nor had he showed up when the scout set out with the trapper for Juniper Joe’s. By a roundabout way, they reached the cabin, without being observed, as they believed. It was dark. Juniper Joe, who had been downtown, came home about ten o’clock. He locked the door after he went in. Then the light that had been burning was put out, and darkness reigned in the cabin. About four o’clock in the morning, Buffalo Bill and Nomad gave it up, and went back to the Eagle House. They needed sleep and rest. The baron had not returned; and the night clerk had not seen him. “When ther baron gits onter a job, he’s like a dawg hangin’ ter a root,” Nomad observed. “I opine thet he’s still hanging round ther Casino.” “If he doesn’t appear by morning we will investigate,” said the scout, as he turned in. In the morning, when he went down to the Casino and Gopher Gabe’s saloon to inquire about the German, Buffalo Bill was told that he had been seen in the vicinity of Juniper Joe’s cabin. The scout’s informant was a disreputable, rum-soaked specimen, who had heard him ask Gopher Gabe if the German had been there during the previous evening. “I know the Dutchman,” said the fellow. “He was wearin’ miner’s clo’es, like he did when he piked out with them prospectors. I dunno what he was doin’ up there.” “What hour was this?” the scout asked.