Snell bought a ticket for Helena, Montana. The stranger did not buy any. This also seemed somewhat strange, and the detective was a little disappointed. He had hoped to keep them together. But he bought a ticket for Helena, and in due time was again on the same train with Snell. The stranger stayed at the station until the train left, and Patsy saw him on the platform as it rolled out. Nothing of importance happened on the rest of the way to Helena. Once the detective tried to scrape acquaintance with Snell, but the latter answered him in a surly way, and made it plain that he did not care to talk to anybody. So Patsy gave it up for fear of making him suspicious. Meantime, he had telegraphed Nick as to where he was going. When they arrived in Helena, Snell did not go to a first-rate hotel, as he had done in New York, but walked about the streets, as if looking for some place that he had been sent to. It was pretty clear that he was a stranger in the city. At last he turned into a small building, on which there was a rough sign, with these words: BRONCO BILL’S HOUSE. The place was hardly larger than an ordinary saloon, and liquor selling certainly was its principal business. Patsy went in a moment after Snell. He found himself in a cheap barroom, where a few men were loafing. Snell was at one end of the bar, talking in a low voice with one who seemed to be the proprietor. The detective took his place at the other end of the bar and called for a drink. A moment later, Snell and the proprietor went out by a door at the back, and he heard their steps going up a flight of stairs. They were gone but a minute, and when they returned, Snell was saying: “It may be only two or three days, you know, and I can get along all right. I’ll pay for the room for a week, anyway.” With this, he took bills from his pocket, and gave money to the proprietor, who responded: “O.K., then the place is yours.” Then the landlord invited Snell to have a drink, and Snell accepted the invitation. “Well,” thought Patsy, “I shall have to find another place to stay. Bronco Bill evidently isn’t used to having guests in real hotel fashion, and two at a time would make him and everybody else suspicious. “I couldn’t put up any sort of a yarn that would satisfy them. So I’ll get a room somewhere else, and then drop in here when I feel like it. “That will be safe enough, for it looks sure that Snell is bound to stay for a while.” As the detective left the saloon, he saw a sign in the window of a house opposite: ROOMS TO LET. “That will do,” he decided, “but not just yet.” He was fearful that Snell might be watching him, for he could not tell how suspicious that strange man might be. So he walked around town a little while, made a complete change in his disguise, and finally returned to the lodging house opposite Bronco Bill’s.