Aye, that was it--Enright! Instinctively, from the very first moment when he had listened to the girl's story, his mind had settled on Enright as the real leader.

The lawyer's arrival in Haskell with the La Rue woman only served to strengthen that conviction.

For certainly a man playing for potential stakes as big as those Enright was gaming for, would intrust no cunning moves to a mere Broadway chorus-girl.

No, Enright was on the ground in person because the matter in prospect needed a director, an excessively shrewd trickster, and the others were with him to do his bidding.

If Cavendish really lived, all their plans depended on his being kept out of sight, disposed of, at least until they had the money safe in their grasp.
He reached beneath the blanket and drew forth the dead Mexican's revolver, slipped the weapon into his own belt, opened the door and went out, closing it tightly behind him.