Carson City was still resting, and there would be no crowd nor excitement until much later.

Not until nightfall would any attack be attempted; he had six or eight hours yet in which to perfect his plans.

He ran his eyes about the room searching for some spot of weakness.

It was dark back of the bench, and he turned in that direction.

Leaning over, he looked down on the figure of a man curled up, sound asleep on the floor.