Sautee's eyes were glowing. "An' you'll have to beat it, after all," he jeered. "So it would seem," mused Rathburn. "I fooled 'em, an' to all appearances I fooled myself, although maybe I _did_ take a peep into that package when I changed it in my room, Mr. Sautee." The mines manager shifted in his chair; but he stared defiantly at Rathburn. "You'd have a hard time proving anything," he said grimly. "That's the trouble," Rathburn admitted. "I'd sort of have to depend on you. I was thinkin' maybe you double crossed me to make 'em think _I_ was carrying the money while you sneaked it up some other way, Mr. Sautee." "You can think what you want to," said Sautee. "But you better start moving. If I was you, I'd get as far away from this town and Mannix as I could by daylight." Rathburn's manner underwent a lightning change as he threw away his partly finished cigarette. "You're right," he said crisply. "It's time to start moving, Sautee." He rose, and his right hand moved incredibly fast. Sautee gasped as he looked into the bore of Rathburn's gun. He could hardly realize that Rathburn had drawn. "I fooled the night riders twice," explained Rathburn with a peculiar smile. "First, when I let 'em get the wrong package, an' again when I let 'em get the wrong gun. This gun an' I work together like clock ticks when necessary. I'll have to ask you to fork over the money that you drew from the bank an' that should have been in that package, Sautee." Rathburn's eyes had narrowed and hardened; his words were cold and menacing--deadly in their absolute sincerity. "What--what do you mean?" stammered the mines manager. "I take it you're not deaf," snapped out Rathburn. "Maybe you don't know it, Sautee, but so help me, you're takin' a chance by acting like you didn't get me." Sautee's thin face was twitching in a spasm of commingled rage and fear. "The Coyote!" he breathed. "Who told you that?" demanded Rathburn on the instant. Sautee gripped the sides of his chair, and his face went a shade more pallid. "Carlisle," he confessed in a strained voice. Rathburn laughed, and the mines manager shivered as he heard. "Now, Sautee, we'll quit beatin' around the bush," Rathburn said through his teeth. "We'll get down to business together, or I'll begin to search your place here. But if I have to search, I'll search alone. There ain't so much chance of a shot bein' heard way up the street; an' there ain't much chance of me bein' caught on that hoss of mine if I don't want to get caught. Also, I'm beginning to feel like I was in a hurry. Fork over that money!" Sautee looked just an instant longer into the eyes of the man towering over him. Then he rose, shaking, dry-lipped, and knelt down by the head of the bed. He lifted a piece of the carpet, opened a small trapdoor, reached inside, and brought out a bundle of bank notes. Rathburn took the money from him.