He saw Sautee and another leave the car and walk toward a building at the lower end of the street. He could see them fairly well in the moonlight and realized that in a comparatively short time it would be daylight. He turned his horse down the slope. When he reached the rear of the few buildings which formed the mining village, catering to the wants of the Dixie Queen workers, Rathburn edged along to the lower end where he left his horse in the shadow of a building directly across from the one which Sautee and his companion had entered, and in the windows of which a light now shone. He stole across the street. Peering in one of the windows he saw that the room was an office. Sautee was standing before a desk, talking to another man. Rathburn quickly surmised that this man had accompanied Sautee from the town. Even as he looked, Sautee finished his speech by striking a palm with his fist, and his companion strode toward the door. Rathburn darted around the side of the building into the shadow as the man came out and hurried up a wide road toward the mine buildings above. Then Rathburn ran around to the front of the building and quietly opened the door. Sautee had seated himself at the desk, and he swung about in his chair as he heard the door open. He looked again into the black bore of Rathburn's gun. His eyes bulged, and this time they shone with genuine terror. "It was sure in the pictures for us to meet again, Sautee," said Rathburn easily. "Our business wasn't finished. We ain't through yet." "There isn't any more money," Sautee gasped out. "There's no money up here at all." "Oh, yes, there is," said Rathburn with a mirthless smile. "There's twenty-odd thousand dollars in my right-hand coat pocket. Now I wonder what you've got in yours. It don't stand to reason you'd start out this time without a gun. Stand up!" Sautee rose. His face was ashen. He held his hands high as Rathburn pressed his weapon against his chest and relieved him of the automatic which he carried. Rathburn felt his other pockets and then smiled agreeably. He tossed the automatic on the desk. "All right, we'll get goin'," he announced, indicating the open door. "We'll have to hurry, for I take it you've sent for somebody from the mine." "Where are we going?" asked Sautee without moving. "We're goin' for a little mornin' walk, if you act reasonable," replied Rathburn. "That was my intention. But if you don't want to go----" He shrugged, and as Sautee looked fixedly at him, he cocked his gun.