We informed him that he could escape this fate only by telling us where his partner was hidden.
He at first denied having any partner, but when we gave him five minutes to live unless he told the truth, he said his pal was in an unoccupied house three miles farther down the river.
We took up our journey, and, coming in sight of the house, saw a number of animals grazing near it.

As we rode to the door, another of our old packers, whom I recognized as Bill Bevins, stepped to the front door.

I instantly covered him with my rifle and ordered him to throw up his hands before he could draw his revolver.
Looking through the house, we found saddles, pack-saddles, lariats, blankets, overcoats, and two Henry rifles.

We returned with the whole outfit to Denver, where we lodged Williams and Bevins in jail.

The next day we tied each man to a mule and started on the return journey.
At the hotel where we had stopped before making the arrests, we were joined by our man with the pack mule.