"At a rough guess, I should say it was young what's-his-name," vouchsafed Cole. "Young Rozier, you mean," interposed Clell. "That's my idea, too." "Time will tell," said the bandit-chieftain, irritably, for the annoying lack of positive assurance was getting on his nerves. "But there's one thing sure and that is the sooner we drop the subject the better. Some one may overhear us." So dark was it as they reached the camp-ground that they easily gained their tent by skirting the park without being seen. Cole and Texas had taken their supper on the train so there was no need of rekindling a fire and the reunited bandits stretched out on blankets like the spokes of a wheel, their heads forming the hub that they might be near enough together to converse in low tones. When the shooting up of Chouteau and their uneventful journey from there to the Springs had been narrated, the men fell to discussing their next move. That the health resort was none too safe a place for them, all were agreed but that was the only point on which they did agree. Frank was for striking to the north, into regions unknown to them and where, in consequence, there would be less chance of their being recognized. To the others, save the world-famous desperado, the suggestion seemed a good one. But Jesse pointed out that their escapes from capture, narrow as many of them had been, were due to the fact that their knowledge of the country in which they had operated was so intimate that they had been able to give their pursuers the slip, an advantage they would forfeit should they strike into a section with whose highways and byways they were unfamiliar. "Well, what do you propose instead?" demanded his brother, realizing from long association with him, that his opposition to the suggestion was largely because he had already made his plans. "I'm not ready to say, just yet. It depends upon what to-morrow brings forth," returned Jesse. "There's a rich bank in Ste. Genevieve. This man, Rozier, and his dandified son stick in my crop and I intend to be quits with him before I do anything else." "I should think you were already," grinned Frank. "You've saved his daughter, called him down for offering you money and refused the girl's request to let her sweetheart off from the tar and feathering. "I don't know what more you want. "If you take my advice, you'll let well enough alone and duck out of here while we have the chance. I've got a hunch that if we stay here we're going to get into trouble!" With a superstitious respect for his brother's intuitions, the great outlaw puffed at his pipe in silence for several minutes.