Mowbray's hand dropped weakly by his side, as the wolf slunk to him and licked his face, at which the dying man raised his arm and placed it around the neck of the king of the pack, the most savage wolf in Arizona. Ted could not but respect this strange exhibition of animal affection, so unusual. There was a moaning cry from the depths of the cave, and Ted dismounted and went in to see what had caused it. Chained to a rock he found the emaciated body of the Jap, Ban Joy, whom he suspected of being the murderer of Helen Mowbray. Here was luck. The wolf had led him to the two men whom he most wanted to capture. "Now, Joy, I want you to tell me the truth," said Ted, when he had released the Japanese. "Did you murder Miss Mowbray, and why did you do it?" The Jap looked at him with growing intelligence in his eyes. "Me no kill. Mistah Mowbray kill with cord. I see him, and he tly to kill me." Ted looked at Mowbray, who had straightened up and was listening. Then he nodded his head, and signaled to Ted to give him a drink of water. After he had drunk he seemed stronger. "Come here," he said, in a hoarse whisper. Ted went to his side. "I might as well confess," he said. "It will make the end easier. I will be dead in a few minutes, for I am mortally wounded. I would have released that poor devil of a Japanese, but I hadn't the strength to go to him." "Take it easy," said Ted. "I murdered Helen Mowbray by strangling her with a cord," he said, after a pause. "I did it because I had gambled away everything I had and needed money--and she wouldn't give it to me. "I lived for many years in India, and there I became a member of the sect known as the Thugs, who use a cord to strangle their victims. She cast me off, and when she refused to help me I became enraged and killed her. I am sorry now, for she was a fine woman, but I needed money." "Then Farnsworth had nothing to do with it?" asked Ted. "Nothing." "Tell me another thing. Did Farnsworth, so called, have anything to do with the murder of the Spooner family in Somber Pass?" "No, I and my men did that. Farnsworth has led a pretty clean life. He has stood for the crimes I committed for the sake of his sister. Wherever and whenever I got into a scrape I used his name, and put the crimes I committed upon him, and he stood for them on account of his sister's name." "Is he a bad man? Has he killed many men?" "Only such as he had to, to defend his sister's name. I say it was I who was guilty of the crimes charged to him. I hate him, and always have done so, but I am dying, and it is only fair play to clear him." "That is all I want to know," said Ted, trying to make the man more comfortable. But he was beyond help, and in less than a half hour he sighed, and his wicked spirit passed away. Ted and Bud buried him on the mountainside, and, after releasing White Fang, watched it for a few moments.