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He was sitting on the floor, knees hunched up to his chin and his hands lashed around his knees. Under his knees and over his arms ran a piece of stick.

This man, it was clear, was a prisoner. The scout guessed that it was Dick Perry.

Perry, if that was really the man’s name, was middle-aged, and well dressed—considering the clothes worn in that part of the country.

He wore a blue shirt and his trousers were tucked into the tops of knee boots. On the floor beside him lay a broad-brimmed hat. Hope flickered in his eyes as they rested on the scout—hope, and a wild appeal.

The other two men in the room were the spectacular persons already encountered by Wild Bill in the street of Hackamore—the baron in black and the baron in haciendado regalia.

The barons, the scout saw at a glance, had been indulging rather too freely in liquor. They had exploded their oaths and leaped from their chairs, but they were none too steady on their feet.

“What’re you doing here?” demanded the man in the greaser costume.