He had no doubt as to "Black Bart's" purpose, or of his ability to use the "Red Light" outfit as desired.

The whole plan was clearly evident, and there would be no delay in execution--all they were waiting for was night, and a lax guard.

He glanced about at the walls of the room, his eyes grown hard, his teeth clenched.
"Neb," he said shortly, "I guess that was your outfit all right, but they were not killed by Indians.

They were run down by a gang from this town--the same fellows who have put you and me in here.

I don't know what they were after--that's to be found out later,--but the fight you put up at the camp spoiled their game for once, and led to your arrest.
They failed to get what was wanted in Carson, and so they trailed the party to the Cimmaron Crossing.