Allen told him briefly where he could find the letters, and Slivers slid through the darkness toward the door that led to the saddle room of the livery stable. He was back again, five minutes later, with the letters. "Come on, kid," said Allen. "We'll go over to the jail to read 'em. I figger we'll have a minute alone there." When they reached the jail he ripped open the letters and at last found the one he sought. He read it eagerly and then looked up at Slivers. Allen's face was split in one of his broadcast grins. Young Hart was walking about impatiently. He thought it a crazy act to return to the jail one has just succeeded in breaking. Yet Jim's expression was that of a delighted schoolboy who had no other thought in the world but that he had won a prize. "Read that," Jim said. Slivers hastily read the letter. When he had finished, he said: "That sure puts Bill Tucker an' Steve Brandon in plenty bad." A sound outside caused him to whisper: "Some one's comin'!" "Yeh, I heard 'em," grunted Allen. "When they knocks, yuh open the door an' stand behind it." A knock came. Steve Brandon entered and found himself staring into a heavy .45 held by Jim Allen. Slivers again closed and locked the door. Quickly and deftly the stupefied Brandon was tied, gagged, and rolled into a cell. "Where's Jack?" Allen asked. "Last I see of him he was eatin' in the chink joint an' talkin' to Hard-rock," Slivers replied. "We got to find him," Allen said, as they slipped out of the jail again. Slivers chuckled to himself, as he realized that escape was the last thought in Jim Allen's mind. Allen himself laughed recklessly, as they crept down the street, hugging the shadows. "There goes Bill Tucker," Slivers whispered and pointed across the darkened street. "We'll lock him up for Jack," Jim decided and swung about after the town marshal. Bill Tucker was trying the outer door of the jail when something hard was poked against his ribs and some one cried warningly: "Don't move!" After a moment Allen added: "All right, open the door." Too paralyzed from fear and surprise to think, Tucker staggered into the jail and stared open mouthed at Jim and Slivers. They disarmed him quickly. While Slivers was binding and gagging him, Allen spoke. "Yuh skunk, I know why yuh brought Jack down here. Yuh was scared of Baldy Kane an' wanted Jack to rub him out. I got the letter yuh wrote to the gent in Black Rock, an' when I gives it to the miners, I reckon they'll come an' hang you an' Steve Brandon. It's darn lucky for you that your little double cross on Jack hasn't worked, 'cause I'd sure enough string yuh up, if it had. I'm goin' now an' tell Jack somethin'. What yuh lookin' at me like that for? Yuh got somethin' on your mind?"