"Ha, ha! I like the way you say that, chief. No offense, but Benson said you saw her in the railway station as soon as you landed in Elreno." Now Frank knew that Lona Dawson was meant. "Yes," he said, "she was there, and she informed the public in general that she had seen me before." "I don't suppose you will bother with her any more, and so we'll move on as soon as possible, and get out of this part of the country? It's getting right hot here." "It is all of that," admitted Frank; "but I am not for running away, as if we were scared out." "Well, you know our original plan." "Certainly." Frank spoke as if he knew it well enough, but he was wondering what it could be. However, the man soon explained. "We are to carry the expedition through into Indian Territory, and disband when the Arkansas line is reached. Then we can scatter and defy pursuit, and we can come together at Ochiltree, in the Panhandle, at the time set." Frank felt like thanking the fellow for the information. "That's right," nodded the boy, speaking carefully; "but this little affair has made me rather mad, and I don't feel like running away so very fast." "Especially from the girl." "Hang the girl!" Frank felt that it would not do to allow the fellow to become so familiar. "You didn't talk that way after seeing her last night. Why, you were sorry we didn't carry her off when we left the train." "Oh, well, a fellow has a right to change his mind. I have seen her by daylight." "And she didn't look so well?" "Hardly." "Still, she is something of a daisy." "She'll do; but I can't waste my time with her. There are others." "Now you're beginning to talk right, chief. The boys felt a little doubtful of you when you went racing off after that girl, and they will be mightily relieved to know you have come to your senses." Frank grunted, but spoke no word. During the entire ride, he talked as little as possible, but he kept his ears open. CHAPTER X. IN CADE'S CANYON. The moon had swung far down to the west when the outlaws entered Cade's Canyon amid the mountains and finally reached an old hut, where they halted. "You must be rather pegged, chief," said one of the men, addressing Frank. "Well, I am not feeling too frisky," said the boy. "I didn't sleep much in Elreno jail, for I wanted to be wideawake when the lynchers came." The men had removed their masks, but their faces were shaded by wide-brimmed hats, and Frank was not able to study their features. However, he had heard the voices of several, and he felt sure he would not forget them. He was not going to be in a hurry about escaping. There was plenty of time, and he was beginning to believe that he must be the perfect double of Black Harry, else why should these men be thus deceived? He wondered if none of them would detect the difference when daylight came.