Would he go to where Helen was? He certainly would, and did. John and Dopey had been in that crowd. John’s resources always depended on the men that he could fleece at gambling, or some other game of confidence. They had resumed their full beards and dressed in a different manner, so they felt sure they would not be recognized if anyone of the crowd at Hellandgone should be at the birth of the new town. John had caught sight of Morris, and said to Dopey: “Either that Jew is the smartest detective in the United States or the biggest fool for luck. It doesn’t matter much which, but it seems impossible to get rid of him.” “Have you tried de right way yet, boss? You allus lets him get away. It wouldn’t be noticed if he was to get a stray bullet in his gizzard now. There is allus a shooting-match in this kind of a ruction.” “You are right. This is the place and time to rid ourselves of him. Here we put our necks in danger, sneaking in the back way, so to speak, and run up against the old man, and the daughter still on our hands. We have got to play this game fine or we’ll lose. And here she has come to her senses again. That is one of the unaccountable things no one can explain. Some persons go suddenly insane and as suddenly regain their reason. It doubles our danger. And Muriel has turned such a tiger-cat about her. Oh, hide! hide quick! For if God is to judge me, here comes my wife, and the boy with her. How shall we get him away, for no one knows when or what he may tell?” The two scoundrels escaped in the crowd, and pretended to be hunting for someone. The last thing they would now think of was to try to settle in the place made so dangerous for them. Helen and the child came along to the box where Morris had fixed his abode and sat down upon it, she having registered the two claims. She said: “We must try and get back to the Gulch before there is any kind of trouble, for often when there is a crowd like this they get to drinking and fighting. Snakes was so good, and would not sell any, but there may be others who will. Some of the men are desperate characters.” “Let’s hurry then, for I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, because I love you so much.” “Do you love me, Loney? That sounds so sweet, and I am so glad that I could win your affection. And I am glad if I could to-day do anything to insure your future. If my own little boy had lived, he would have been about your own age. And he must have looked as you do had he lived.” “Well, I wish that I had been your little boy. You don’t know how it feels to know you are nobody’s boy.”