Bill Jordan and John Big Moose were in the living-room.
Bill was getting the big Indian to help him with his accounts, which always were a puzzle to him.

And this morning, after his night of merriment at the Junction, Bill was less inclined toward figures than usual.
"Well, well," said John Big Moose, as the boys entered the room.

"You two seem to have extended your holiday to the next morning." "You look kinda shaky, Whitey," said Bill "You been makin' a night of it, too ?" Without further questioning Whitey sat down and told the story of the adventure, from the boys' awakening to their finding the bodies of the three men hanging from the railroad bridge.
"So you were right about String an' Ham's bein' crooks," Bill said, when the boy had finished.
"Yes, but even so, it seems terrible for them to die that way," Whitey replied.
"The express folks is tired o' havin' their cars robbed, an' if you'd known what I found out at the Junction, you might o' saved yourself some trouble," said Bill.

"They was a shipment of a hundred thousand dollars in gold in that there car, an' they was six fellers went along to pertect it.

Not detectives, or nothin', just fellers that was hired, an' was dyin' for excitement.