"In this case there is no reason why it should fail, for there is proof enough to convict Black Harry. It will not fail." "He may escape from jail." "That is not likely. Now, for my sake, I ask you all to disperse--to allow the officers to take Black Harry to jail. If you do not disperse, I shall remain here, and I will protect the prisoner with my own body and my life, for I am determined that he shall be legally tried and properly punished." There was a moment of silence, and then a voice shouted: "Thar's stuff fer yer, pards! Ther leetle gal has clean grit, an' I'm fer doin' as she asks. Who's with me?" "I am!" a hundred voices seemed to roar. "Then come on. Good-by, leetle gal; we're goin'." Every head was bared, and the crowd began to disperse with swiftness, so that, in a very few minutes, all had departed. Then came the deputy sheriffs, with horses, and arrangements for conveying the prisoner to the jail were swiftly completed. Frank had advised the professor and Barney not to be too outspoken, for fear they might also be arrested. He advised them to keep quiet, but to work for him to the best of their ability, and lose no time. A handshake, a hurried parting, and the boy was borne away to jail. CHAPTER VI. SOLOMON SHOWS HIS NERVE. The jail at Elreno was a wooden building, hastily constructed in the feverish days of the early boom, with many weak points and few strong ones. Not for long were prisoners confined there, as "justice" in the new Territory moved swiftly, and an arrest was quickly followed by a trial. Hank Kildare and the guard moved swiftly with their prisoner, avoiding the most public streets, and taking the boy to the jail by a roundabout way. It was well they did so, for, although the mob had dispersed, at the request of Miss Dawson, the street along which it was believed the sheriff would take Black Harry was thronged with citizens eager to get a square look at the boy outlaw, who had become famous within ten days. It is possible that Frank might have been taken along that street without trouble, but it is much more likely that the sight of him would have aroused the mob once more, and brought about another attempt at lynching. In fact, Bill Buckhorn, the man from 'Rapahoe, had gathered an interested knot of tough-looking citizens about him, and he was dilating on the "double derned foolishness" of wasting time over a person like Black Harry by taking him to jail and giving him a trial. "Over in 'Rapahoe we hang 'em first an' try 'em arterward," boastingly declared the man in leather breeches. "We find that thar is ther simplest way o' doin' business. Ef we makes a mistake, an' gits ther wrong galoot, nobody ever kicks up much o' a row over it, fer we're naterally lively over thar, an' we must hev somethin' ter 'muse us 'bout so often.