Boston Jack was silent for a moment, then his lips opened and a string of curses poured forth. "The dirty double crosser! He'd double cross his own mother! Damn him, tryin' to hog it all! I'd cook his goose, only yuh're his men an'----" He stopped suddenly. "Naw, we ain't his men. This here is Jack-twin Allen, the Wyoming sheriff," Jim said, beckoning Jack forward. Boston Jack stared with fevered eyes, then he nodded. "Yeh, yuh sure is him. An' I knows yuh ain't working for no skunk like Spur. Come closer, an' I'll tell yuh somethin' that will cut that double crosser's horns," Boston muttered. Jack Allen knelt beside the dying outlaw, who whispered to him. His voice grew fainter and fainter, and Jack Allen stooped lower and lower, until his ear was close to the dying man's lips. Then Boston sighed and straightened out. Jack Allen arose to his feet and looked down on the dead man. "Did he finish?" Jim asked. "He told me enough to hang Spur a dozen times," Jack answered, "an' I reckon there'll be others who'll be willin' to save their necks by corroborating what he said. Usually, crooks will talk to save their own necks, so guard these wounded men carefully," Jack said. Bill McAllister and three men were left as guards, and the rest started on the return trip to the Double R Ranch. It was not until they had reached Boston's ranch that Jack Allen told them of what the outlaw had confessed. When he had finished, they were all silent for a time, for it was a terrible tale of murder and treachery. "But even if yuh hang Spur--that won't save Dot her ranch if she signs them papers this afternoon," Slivers cried suddenly. "Sign this afternoon?" Jack Allen exclaimed sharply. "Yep, Bill McAllister tol' me she was goin' to town to-day to see the bank man," Slivers said. "But she's not to sign until to-morrow--that was the plan Boston and Spur agreed on," Jack countered. "Hell," Jim Allen cried, "the kid's plumb correct. I'm bettin' that Spur is figgerin' on doin' just what we made Boston believe he done an' he fixed the signin' a day ahead." "Then let's get goin'--an' the first man there tell Dot she's got thousands of cows in that valley all wearin' the Double R brand, an' there ain't no use of her sellin' the outfit!" Jack yelled as he ran toward his horse. Flat-foot, Snoots, and Slivers were off first. They were followed by Jack Allen on his big black, Toothpick on the dun and Jim Allen last on Honeyboy, followed by Princess. For the first two miles, the three leaders made a terrific pace and drew rapidly ahead. Then, step by step, they fell back. The big black passed them easily, one by one; then the dun sent her nose ahead. For several miles, Jack and Toothpick led Jim Allen, but at last the two grays rapidly drew abreast and then ahead. They were running like machines.