Joe warms up. "Yes, sir. I'll find who is responsible for that extra child. The man who is, is the party putting up for all this splendor here. I think if I can stop the money supplies, we can break their lines. I think my old 'companero,' Judge Hardin, is the head-devil of this deal. "It's just like him. "Now, padre, I have got something to amuse me. You do just as I tell you, and we'll checkmate this quiet game. "We are not on the bedrock yet, but we've struck the vein. Don't you say a word to a living soul here. "I'll have that maid watched, and tell Vimont to give you all the particulars of her cuttings-up. "She's not the master-mind of this. She has never been to the convent. There's a keynote in keeping these girls apart. I think our handsome friend, Madame de Santos, is playing a sharp game." In two days he has vanished. In his voyage to New York and to the Pacific, Joe thinks over every turn of this intrigue. If Hardin tries to hide Armand Valois' fortune, why should he dabble in the mystery of these girls? Crossing the plains, where the buffalo still roam by thousands, Woods meets in the smoking-room many old friends. A soldierly-looking traveller attracts his attention. The division superintendent makes Colonel Peyton and Colonel Woods acquainted. Their friendship ripens rapidly. Joe Woods, a Southern sympathizer, has gained his colonelcy by the consent of his Western friends. It is a brevet of financial importance. Learning his friend is a veteran of the "Stars and Bars," and a Virginian, the Westerner pledges many a cup to their common cause. To the battle-torn flag of the Confederacy, now furled forever. As the train rattles down Echo Canyon, Peyton tells of the hopes once held of a rising in the West. Woods is interested. When Peyton mentions "Maxime Valois," the Croesus grasps his hand convulsively. "Did you serve with him?" Joe queries with eagerness. "He was my pardner and chum." "He died in my arms at Peachtree Creek," answers Peyton. Joe embraces Peyton. "He was a game man, Colonel." Peyton answers: "The bravest man I ever saw. I often think of him, in the whirl of that struggle for De Gress's battery. Lying on the sod with the Yankee flag clutched in his hand, its silk was fresh-striped with his own heart's blood. The last sound he heard was the roar of those guns, as we turned them on the enemy." "God! What a fight for that battery!" The Californian listens, with bated breath, to the Virginian. He tells him of the youthful quest for gold. The war brotherhood of the two passes in sad review. Peyton tells him of the night before Valois' death. Joe Woods' eyes glisten. He cries over the recital. An eager question rises to his lips. He chokes it down. As Peyton finishes, Woods remarks: "Peyton, I am going to get off at Reno, and go to Virginia City. You come with me. I want to know about Valois' last days."