“I guess that’s right,” grinned Jones. “I’ve done my worst now.” He hurried in, thrust a bill into the hotelkeeper’s hand and grabbed up the suit case, now his own, which had once belonged to the Kansas City Kid. The car trundled them to the station just in time to buy tickets. “Well, good-by, Baca! Oh, say! Here’s a V I borrowed from Beck. Wish you’d give it to him as you go back uptown, and tell him I’m much obliged. Give him my best. He sleeps up over the joint, you know.” “All right; I’ll hand it to him. Hi! You’re forgetting your suit case.” “Oh, yes! Well, here she comes. So long!” “Glad to have met you. So long!” There were no other passengers. The little jerkwater train halted for a bare moment to let them on and then chugged stolidly on her way. They stood on the platform of the rear car; the greenwood closed in beside the right of way, so that the last Ducky saw of Saragossa was the receding triangle made by the station, the old Almandares Warehouse, and a black doll waving from a toy car. Ducky sighed. “No hard feelings, kid?” “Of course not,” said Ducky stoutly. “You’re not to blame. Besides, I don’t believe we should ever have recovered that money. That crowd got it, all right--I know that anyway. I knew it before, but I didn’t know that I knew it--wasn’t sure; not sure enough, for instance, to sanction an attempt to take it by force.” “Yes,” assented Neighbor musingly. “I thought of that. That’s why I took you up to Baca’s place with me. I sure wasn’t expectin’ an ambush, though. Pretty smart fellow, Baca!” “Yes; and if we had tried force we might jolly well have been killed,” said Drake brightening. “Maybe it’s all turned out for the best, Ducky. Well, let’s go in.” “That’s a heavy bag you have there,” said Ducky, lifting it. “Yes,” said Neighbor carelessly. “A good share of it was gold.” “A good share--_huh_? Whadda you mean--gold?” “Why, your uncle’s estate. It’s in there, under my clothes. Beck had it in a new bag, but I put it in mine when I counted it.” “_What!_” “Don’t say what--say sir! Beck, he stole it from his pals last night. They ain’t found it out yet; but Tavy will be untyin’ Beck about now.” “_What?_” Ducky was on his knees, struggling with the snaps of the suit case. “Don’t spill any of it, Ducky. Yes; I gagged Beck and hogtied him up in his own poker room. Some job--believe me! I put four aces in his vest pocket.” THE END “_The Books You Like to Read at the Price You Like to Pay_” _There Are Two Sides to Everything_-- --including the wrapper which covers every Grosset & Dunlap book. When you feel in the mood for a good romance, refer to the carefully selected list of modern fiction comprising most of the successes by prominent writers of the day which is printed on the back of every Grosset & Dunlap book wrapper. You will find more than five hundred titles to choose from--books for every mood and every taste and every pocketbook.