“Because I didn’t know till I arrived in Manchester that it was the governor who called on me. He said his name was Snell. I doubted it, but I had no suspicion as to who he really was. I could see that he was holding some facts back, and that made me turn him down. That was where Bradley made a bad mistake.” The detective and Dinsmore made good connections, and arrived in Helena at six o’clock in the evening of the following day. They began at once to trace the men they wanted to find. Dinsmore made inquiries for a man answering the description of Gov. Bradley. Nick, knowing that Patsy must have come to Helena, hunted for some trace of him. He had the more difficult task, for Patsy, of course, had been disguised when he arrived in the town, and, as Nick presumed, he changed his disguise almost daily. Calculating from the telegram, Nick reckoned that Patsy must have reached Helena on a certain day and by a certain train. He asked men employed at the station about the passengers who arrived on that day. From one he got a tip as to a man who might be Patsy who left his grip at the station and walked away. The grip was sent for later, the man said, and was taken to a street that he named. Nick went to that street. He walked the length of it twice. There was no good hotel on it, but several boarding houses, and any number of saloons. Among others was Bronco Bill’s. Nick looked at it each time he passed. It was not the first one he entered, but, after dropping in at two or three other places, he entered Bronco Bill’s place just as the proprietor was telling a customer about a shooting scrap that had taken place there recently. “They wanted to make the tenderfoot dance,” said Bill, grinning, “but durn me ef he didn’t make them dance and holler afore he got through with them. Such shootin’ I never did see! I thought ’twould be the last of Bronco Bill’s house, but the young stranger just brought them crazy galoots to their senses in no time. Say! he hit a dime——” And Bill went on to tell the whole story. “Patsy!” said Nick to himself, as he slowly put down a glass of beer at the other end of the bar. “I wonder how long it will take Dinsmore to follow his trail to this joint?” Nick sat down to wait, and had supper meantime. Shortly after nine o’clock, Dinsmore came in, looking sour and hopeless. “Ah! there you are,” said he. “I’ve been looking for you.” “Why didn’t you come here, then?” asked Nick. “Because I didn’t expect to find you here. I seemed to trace a man who looked like the governor to this hole several times. Plenty said they’d seen such a man hanging around, but the governor wouldn’t put up in such a place, not he!” “It’s where he put up, just the same,” said Nick. “Who told you?” “I guessed it. My assistant has been here, and he wouldn’t stay in such a place, either, unless there was business in it. The business that brought Patsy here was——” Nick did not finish.