Success depended on his choice, and he could judge very little in that darkness.

Men were straggling in along the street to their right, on foot and horseback, and the saloon on the corner was being well patronized.

A glow of light streamed forth from its windows, and there was the sound of many voices.

But this narrow alley was deserted, and black.

The fugitive stepped boldly forward, afraid that otherwise he might startle the ponies and thus create an alarm.