"We--."

"Put 'em up!" snapped Burton, and when the fourgrimy fists had been elevated he signalled to his com-panions to search the two men.

Nothing more formidable than knives, dope, and aneedle were found upon them.

"Say," drawled Dopey Charlie. "We knows wot weknows; but hones' to gawd we didn't have nothin' to dowid it. We knows the guy that pulled it off--we spentlas' evening wid him an' his pal an' a skoit. He creasedme, here," and Charlie unbuttoned his clothing and ex-posed to view the bloody scratch of The 0skaloosaKid's bullet. "0n de level, Burton, we wern't in on it. Dis guy was at dat Squibbs' place wen we pulls in dereouten de rain. He has a pocket full o' kale an' sparklersan' tings, and he goes fer to shoot me up wen I triesto get away."