1 at five o'clock next morning.

Few of its citizens thought it worth while to settle down for the night until after the departure of No.

2 on its westward journey.
Through this "all-night" little town Cameron and the doctor took their way.

The sidewalks were still thronged, the stores still doing business, the restaurants, hotels, pool-rooms all wide open.

It kept Sergeant Crisp busy enough running out the "tin-horn" gamblers and whisky-peddlers, keeping guard over the fresh and innocent lambs that strayed in from the East and across from the old land ready for shearing, and preserving law and order in this hustling frontier town.
Money was still easy in the town, and had Sergeant Crisp been minded for the mere closing of his eyes or turning of his back upon occasion he might have retired early from the Force with a competency.