The chief stood above him with clenched fist.
"On the level, Boss, I don't know," he whined.
"Get up!" commanded the chief.

Haney struggled to his feet and dropped into his chair.

"What does he look like--this man who gave them to you?
Where did you meet him?
_Why_ did he give them to you ?" "Now, Boss, I'm goin' to give you the straight goods," Haney pleaded.
"Don't hit me any more an' I'll tell you all I know about it." The chief sat down again with scowling face.

Haney drew a long breath of relief.
"He's a little, skinny feller, Boss," the prisoner went on to explain, the while he thoughtfully caressed his jaw.

"I meets him out here in a little town called Willow Creek, me havin' swung off a freight there to git somethin' to eat.