But, when the big key was fitted into the lock and the lock turned, he showed his first signs of interest.

He was standing up when Bull opened the door and strode in.
"Have you got your things ?" said Bull curtly.
"What things, big fellow ?" "Why, guns and things--and your hat, of course." Pete Reeve walked to the corner of the cell and took a sombrero off the wall.

"Here's that hat," he answered, "but they ain't passing out guns to jailbirds--not in these parts!" "You ain't a jailbird," answered Bull, "so we'll get that gun.

Know where it is ?" Reeve followed without a question through the open door, only stopping as he passed beyond the bars, to look back to them with a shudder.

It was the first sign of emotion he had shown since his arrest.