"By electricity!" exclaimed Blount, and as he perceived Wiley's smile he straightened up in a rage. "I don't believe a word of it. Who is this man, anyway? I never heard of such a thing before!" "Oh, yes!" said Wiley, as he stepped out the door, "you know the professor well. They call him Death Valley Charley." CHAPTER XIII A SACK OF CATS The weary work of packing had gone on endlessly in the bare rooms of the old Huff house and now Virginia, with two kittens in her arms and the mother cat following behind, was passing it all in review. A solid row of packing boxes, arrayed on the front gallery, awaited the motor truck; and here and there in corners lay piles of discarded treasures that were destined to go to Charley for loot. He was hanging about, with his pistol well in front, on the watch for Stiff Neck George; but up to that moment the Widow had not said the word that would start the mad rush for plunder. Her trunks were all packed, the china nested in barrels and the bedding sewed up in burlap; but still from day to day she put off the evil moment, and Virginia did not try to hurry her. The house had been their home for ten years and more and, though Los Angeles would be fine with its palm trees and bungalows, it was a strange land, far away. And what would they do in that city of strange faces and hustling, eager real-estate agents? It was that which held the Widow back. In the city there would be rent and water to pay for, and electric lights and wood; but in desolate Keno rent and water and wood were free, and the electric light company had taken down its poles. If the town were not so dead--if they could only make a living,--the Widow started up for the thousandth time, for she heard a racing auto down the street. It was Wiley Holman, as sure as shooting, and--well, Wiley was not so bad. It was his money, really, that had enabled them to pack up, and would enable them to go, when they started; and the Widow knew, as well as she knew anything, that he had designs upon the mine. He was after the Paymaster, and if he ever got hold of it--well, Keno would come back to its own. She rushed to the door and looked out into the street; and when she met Virginia, running away from meeting Wiley, she caught her and whirled her about. "Now you go back there," she hissed in her ear, "and I want you to be nice to him--he may have come back about the mine." Virginia went out the door and, as Wiley Holman saw her standing there, he leapt out and came up the steps. "Well, well," he said, "just in time to say good-by. And I wanted to see you, too." He smiled down at her boyishly and Virginia's eyes turned gentle as he took both her hands in his. "I've got some news to tell you," he burst out eagerly; "not news that will buy you anything but something to remember when you're gone."