Ned Beaton is a 'gun,' and he pulled his first job when I was doing 'police' in Philadelphia for the _Record_.
Well, well, my children, this is splendid! And what next ?" "But, Mr.Farriss, where is he ?" put in Stella Donovan.

"Where was the message sent from?
Colorado, yes, but where in Colorado?
That's the thing to find out." "I thought it might be the last word in the message--Haskell," ventured Willis.
Mr.Farriss paused a moment, then, "Boy!" he yelled through the open door.
"Boy, get me an atlas here quick, or I'll hang your hair on a proof-hook!" A young hopeful, frightened into frenzy, obeyed with alacrity, and Farriss, seizing the atlas from his hand, thumbed it until he found a map of Colorado.

Together the three pored over it.
"There it is!" Stella Donovan cried suddenly.

"Down toward the bottom.
Looks like desert country." "Pretty dry place for Celeste," laughed Willis.

"I might call her up and kid her about it if----" Farriss looked at him sourly.