"I will so pledge myself, Mr. Seldon." "Because, sir, _I am Wallace Weston_." Frank Powell was always a calm, cool man, but now he sprang to his feet, dropping his pipe, and cried: "Do you speak the truth?" "I do, sir." "Upon honor?" "Yes." "Now I recognize the look that has so haunted me since I met you this morning. Upon my soul, Weston, I am glad to see that you are not dead, that you can clear up the story of Mayhew's killing and announce yourself once more a guiltless man." "But I cannot, sir, for you forget that I am accused of murdering the watchman and robbing the bank." "Is there no way in which you can disprove that?" "Only by the confession of the guilty ones." "Who were they?" "The Mayhews, and one other." "They were guilty?" "Yes, sir." "And who was the other man?" "A clerk in the bank and devoted friend of the Mayhews." "Where is he?" "I do not know, sir." "And they are dead." "Manton and Hugh Mayhew are dead, by my hand, but where proof of their crime can be found I cannot tell, and so I am forced to hide under an assumed name--yes, Doctor Powell, the name of a dead man, Andrew Seldon, the one whose body was found by the rock in the desert and buried for mine." "You have had a remarkable escape, Weston----" "Seldon now sir, for that is the name I have taken, and let me now tell you how that poor man, the real Andrew Seldon, was plotted against." "I shall be glad to hear all that you are willing to tell me, Seldon." "Well, sir, it was while escaping from the pursuing soldiers, that I came upon a stray horse. He led me back to where his dead master lay upon the desert, and upon the body I found papers telling who he was, that he had left home under a cloud, had left a wife and child and riches, and come West to hide himself and hunt for gold until he dared return. "There was a map of gold finds he had discovered, and he had struck it rich and was on his way home. So I dressed him in my uniform, took his traps, and went my way, and he was buried as Wallace Weston. "It was when I was returning to the gold find of Andrew Seldon that I came upon Black-heart Bill's camp, and, finding in him Hugh Mayhew, I killed him. My intention was to take Andrew Seldon's name, dig his gold, and, to ease my conscience, give half to his family. "I imitated his writing and wrote to his lawyer and best friend, and little daughter, for his wife was dead, as letters told me which he had with him. In answer, at W---- I learned that I, as Andrew Seldon, dared not return home, that my daughter Celeste was dead, and my fortune gone. "When Celeste Seldon was captured, from her own lips I learned as she told the outlaw lieutenant, that all had been a plot to keep her father away, and, discovering the plot, she had come out here to find him, after the messenger had failed to write home to her later than on his arrival in W----.