It's a lawyer's graft, all right." "Then Frederick may be confined not far away ?" "Likely enough; it's wild country.

There are a hundred places within fifty miles where he might be hidden away for years.

That is the job which was given to Beaton; he had the dirty work to perform, while the girl took care of John.

I do not know how he did it--knockout drops, possibly, in a glass of beer; the blow of a fist on a train-platform at night; a ride into the desert to look at some thing of interest--there are plenty of ways in which it could be quietly done by a man of Mr.
Beaton's expert experience." "Yes, but he does not know this country--if it was only New York now." "But Bill Lacy does, and these fellows are well acquainted--friends apparently.

Lacy and I are at daggers-points over a mining claim, and he believes my only chance is through the use of money advanced by Fred Cavendish.