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said the stranger, "I won't keep you here any longer than is necessary. In the first place my name is Tex Calder."

      Hardy changed as if a slight layer of dust had been sifted over his face. He stretched out his hand.

      "It's great to see you, Calder," he said, "of course I've heard about you. Everyone has. Here! I'll send over to the saloon for some red-eye. Are you dry?"

      He rose, but Calder waved him back to the swivel-chair.

      "Not dry a bit," he said cheerily. "Not five minutes ago I had a drink of —water."

      "All right," said Hardy, and settled back into his chair.

      "Hardy, there's been crooked work around here."

      "What in hell—"

      "Get your hand away from that gun, friend."

      "What the devil's the meaning of all this?"

      "That's very well done," said Calder. "But this isn't the stage. Are we going to talk business like friends?"

      "I've got nothing agin you," said Hardy testily, and his eyes followed Calder's right hand as if fascinated. "What do you want to say? I'll listen. I'm not very busy."

      "That's exactly it," smiled Tex Calder, "I want you to get busier."

      "Thanks."

      "In the first place I'll be straight with you. Wells Fargo hasn't sent me here."

      "Who has?"

      "My conscience."

      "I don't get your drift."

      Through a moment of pause Calder's eyes searched the face of Hardy.

      "You've been pretty flush for some time."

      "I ain't been starvin'."

      "There are several easy ways for you to pick up extra money."

      "Yes?"

      "For instance, you know all about the Wells Fargo money shipments, and there are men around here who'd pay big for what you could tell them."

      The prominent Adam's apple rose and fell in Hardy's throat.

      "You're quite a joker, ain't you Calder? Who, for instance?"

      "Jim Silent."

      "This is like a story in a book," grinned Hardy. "Go on. I suppose I've been takin' Silent's money?"

      The answer came like the click of a cocked revolver.

      "You have!"

      "By God, Calder—"

      "Steady! I have some promising evidence, partner. Would you like to hear part of it?"

      "This country has its share of the world's greatest liars," said Hardy, "I don't care what you've heard."

      "That saves my time. Understand me straight. I can slap you into a lock- up, if I want to, and then bring in that evidence. I'm not going to do it. I'm going to use you as a trap and through you get some of the worst of the long riders."

      "There's nothin' like puttin' your hand on the table."

      "No, there isn't. I'll tell you what you're to do."

      "Thanks."

      The marshal drove straight on.

      "I've got four good men in this town. Two of them will always be hanging around your office. Maybe you can get a job for them here, eh? I'll pay the salaries. You simply tip them off when your visitors are riders the government wants, see? You don't have to lift a hand. You just go to the door as the visitor leaves, and if he's all right you say: 'So long, we'll be meeting again before long.' But if he's a man I want, you say 'Good-bye.' That's all. My boys will see that it is good-bye."

      "Go on," said the agent, "and tell the rest of the story. It starts well."

      "Doesn't it?" agreed Calder, "and the way it concludes is with you reaching over and shaking hands with me and saying 'yes'!"

      He leaned forward. The twinkle was gone from his eyes and he extended his hand to Hardy. The latter reached out with an impulsive gesture, wrung the proffered hand, and then slipping back into his chair broke into hysterical laughter.

      "The real laugh," said Calder, watching his man narrowly, "will be on the long riders."

      "Tex," said the agent. "I guess you have the dope. I won't say anything except that I'm glad as hell to be out of the rotten business at last. Once started I couldn't stop. I did one 'favour' for these devils, and after that they had me in their power. I haven't slept for months as I'm going to sleep tonight!"

      He wiped his face with an agitated hand.

      "A week ago," he went on, "I knew you were detailed on this work. I've been sweating ever since. Now that you've come—why, I'm glad of it!"

      A faint sneer touched Calder's mouth and was gone.

      "You're a wise man," he said. "Have you seen much of Jim Silent lately?"

      Hardy hesitated. The role of informer was new.

      "Not directly."

      Calder nodded.

      "Now put me right if I go off the track. The way I understand it, Jim Silent has about twenty gun fighters and long riders working in gangs under him and combining for big jobs."

      "That's about it."

      "The inside circle consists of Silent; Lee Haines, a man who went wrong because the law did him wrong; Hal Purvis, a cunning devil; and Bill Kilduff, a born fighter who loves blood for its own sake."

      "Right."

      "Here's something more. For Jim Silent, dead or alive, the government will pay ten thousand dollars. For each of the other three it pays five thousand. The notices aren't out yet, but they will be in a few days. Hardy, if you help me bag these men, you'll get fifty per cent of the profits. Are you on?"

      The hesitancy of Hardy changed to downright enthusiasm.

      "Easy money, Tex. I'm your man, hand and glove."

      "Don't get optimistic. This game isn't played yet, and unless I make the biggest mistake of my life we'll be guessing again before we land Silent. I've trailed some fast gunmen in my day, and I have an idea that Silent will be the hardest of the lot; but if you play your end of the game we may land him. I have a tip that he's lying out in the country near Elkhead. I'm riding out alone to get track of him. As I go out I'll tell my men that you're O.K. for this business."

      He hesitated a moment with his hand on the door knob.

      "Just one thing more, Hardy. I heard a queer tale this morning about a fight in a saloon run by a man named Morgan. Do you know anything about it?"

      "No."

      "I was told of a fellow who chipped four dollars thrown into the air at twenty yards."

      "That's a lie."

      "The man who talked to me had a nicked dollar to prove his yarn."

      "The devil he did!"

      "And after the shooting this fellow got into a fight with a tall man twice his size and fairly mopped up the floor with him. They say it wasn't a nice thing to watch. He is a frail man, but when the fight started he turned into a tiger."

      "Wish I'd seen it."

      "The tall man tallies to a hair with my description of Silent."

      "You're wrong. I know what Silent can do with his hands. No one could beat him up. What's the name of the other?"

      "Barry. Whistling Dan Barry."

      Calder hesitated.

      "Right or wrong, I'd like to have this Barry with me. So long."

      He was gone as he had come, with a nod and a flash of the keen, black eyes. Lee Hardy stared at the door for some

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