“It’s a mighty cold night. Won’t you let a fellow warm himself?” Advancing towards the fire, his eyes fell upon “Red.” Raising his revolver, he said, “You’re the man I’m looking for. Come with me.” “Red” asked no questions, and exhibited no terror. Putting on his hat, and gathering his blankets under his arm, he did as he was ordered, with as much apparent nonchalance as if he were going on a holiday excursion. When told that he would be taken to Virginia City, he simply manifested by a glance that he fully comprehended the situation, and acted in all respects, while a prisoner, as one who knew his doom was irrevocable. The scouts took him to the ranche, where they passed the night. They left early the next morning; “Red” unarmed, on his own horse, and riding beside one of the scouts. The dreary ride through snow and wind was enlivened by the stumbling mule of the leader, which on one occasion rolled over, and after safely depositing its rider, made two or three somersaults down a steep bank, plunging headlong into a snowdrift at the bottom, which completely enveloped him. At Dempsey’s the captors joined the main party. Fatigued with the journey through the drifts, they took supper, provided for the security of their prisoner, and enjoyed a night’s repose. Brown, the man who had written the warning missive to Carter, was the bar-keeper, and a sort of general factotum of the ranche. He had been for some time suspected as a petty thief and robber, without the courage needful to engage in graver offences. The Vigilantes saw that he was terrified, as soon as they arrived, though unconscious of the evidence they had obtained against him. In the morning the captain of the Vigilantes, in a private interview with “Red,” charged him with being connected with the robber horde. “Red” denied all knowledge of its existence. “Why, then,” inquired the captain, “should you have been at such pains to apprise the rascals that the Vigilantes were on their track?” “It was the most natural thing in the world,” “Red” replied. “I stopped here on my way to Deer Lodge, and Brown, on being told of my destination, asked me to take a letter to Alex Carter and some friends. I knew no reason why I should refuse, and did so.” Brown was then called in, and “Red” repeated the statement in his presence. Brown did not deny it, but betrayed by his blanched cheeks and trembling limbs that it was true. The captain, laying his hand upon his shoulder, and looking him steadily in the eye, said, “Brown, you must consider yourself under arrest; we will at once proceed to a full investigation of this matter. It looks very dark for you.” He was put under guard, to await the termination of the trial of “Red,” which was at once commenced. When this was over, Brown was subjected to a second examination before the entire company. “Did you write this letter of warning?” inquired the captain. “I did,” replied Brown. “Why?”