In a few moments he had reached the line fence that marked the limits of the ranch.

Here were the railroad tracks, and just beyond--a huddled mass of roofs, with here and there an adobe house on its outskirts--the little town of Guadalajara.

Nearer at hand, and directly in front of Presley, were the freight and passenger depots of the P.and S.W., painted in the grey and white, which seemed to be the official colours of all the buildings owned by the corporation.

The station was deserted.

No trains passed at this hour.