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Deeply puzzled, the scout laid the shirt aside. Wild Bill’s saddle lay on the floor, and near it his war-bag. There was a box of cartridges in the bag, and a few other odds and ends, but nothing that would give the remotest clue to Wild Bill’s whereabouts.

While the scout was examining the bag, Nomad came in with the riding-gear. There was an odd look upon the old trapper’s face.

“Found out anythin’, Buffler?” he asked.

“No.”

“Didn’t J. Algernon enlighten ye none?”

“Not to speak of. I’ve a sneaking idea, though”—and here the scout dropped his voice guardedly—“that Smith has put me next to a pay-streak.”

“Pay-streak? Whar?”

“Why, in an old, played-out mine five miles down the gulch—a mine called the Forty Thieves.”

“Forty Thieves! What fool ever tacked sich er label onter a mine?”

“Pass the ante, Nick. If what Smith says is true, though, a man by the name of Captain Lawless is mixed up with the Forty Thieves.”

Nomad stared.

“Meanin’ thet whelp of er squawman ther Cheyennes calls Fire-hand, Buffler?” he asked.