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did it.

"Yes, but his pals haven't had theirs."

"But you don't know them."

"I can guess one man in it with him. We've got to root the thing out."

"Why not serve warning on him by Tom? Then they would both clear out."

Dixon divined that she was pleading for him, and edged in another word
for himself. "Whatever wrong I've done I've been driven to. There's been
an older man to lead me into it, too."

"You mean Red Hughes?" Keller said sharply.

Tom hesitated. He had not got to the point of betraying his accomplice.
"I ain't saying who I mean. Nor, for that matter, I ain't admitting I've
done any particular wrong--no more than other young fellows."

Keller brought him sharply to time. "You've used your last wet blanket.
I've got the evidence that will put you behind the bars. Miss Phyllis
wants me to let you off. I can't do it unless you make a clean breast of
it. You'll either come through with what I want to know, and do as I
say, or you'll have to stand the gaff."

"What do you want to know?"

"How many pals had you in this rustling?"

"You said you would use against me anything I said."

"I say now I'll use it _for_ you if you tell the truth and meet my
conditions."

"What are your conditions?"

"Never mind. You'll learn them later. Answer my question. How many?"

"One"--very sullenly.

"Red Hughes?"

"That's the one thing I can't tell you," the lad cried. "Don't you see I
can't?"

"It's the one thing I don't need to know. I've got Red cinched about as
tight as you, my boy. How long has this been going on?"

The information came from Dixon as reluctantly as a tight cork comes
from a bottle. "Nearly a year."

Sharp, incisive questions followed, one after another; and at the end of
the quiz Tom was pumped nearly dry. Those who heard his confession
listened to the story of how and why he had first started rustling--the
tale of each exploit, the location of the mountain cache where the
calves had been driven, even the name of the Mexican buyer who once had

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