Between them they covered the forty miles in four hours, or a little less.

Before sunset an auto set out from Silverbell, bearing the message to Cobre.
* * * * * At that same sunset time, while Pete Johnson and his friends were yet far from Coyote Pass, Mayer Zurich, in Cobre, spoke harshly to Mr.Oscar Mitchell.
"I don't know where you get any finger in this pie," he said implacably.
"You didn't pay me to find any mines for you.

You hired me to hound your cousin; and I've hounded him to jail.

That lets you out.

I wouldn't push the matter if I were you.