five-hundred-dollar bills and called off the numbers laboriously, Quayle as laboriously hunting through the list. It took considerable time before they were checked off and put to one side, and then he looked up.
"There's still a-plenty of them bills missin'," he announced. "Where did they get to?"
Hopalong stepped forward and drew a roll from his pocket. "Here's what I found on Sandy Woods when he died in this camp," he said, offering it to the astonished trail-boss.
McCullough took it, opened and counted it and called the numbers off to the excited holder of the list.
"They're all on th' list—th' Lord be praised!" said Quayle.
"Where'd Sandy Woods come in this?" demanded McCullough, looking around from face to face.
Roberts sneered. "Huh! He was th' man that took th' safe-blower out of th' country. He didn't have no hand in th' bank job. I'm glad th' skunk died, an' I'm glad it was me that planned his finish. He shore must 'a' held up that feller. How much is there, in th' bank's bills?"
"Five thousand," answered the trail-boss.
"He got it all, cuss him!" snorted Roberts.
McCullough looked at Kane. "I never hoped to meet you like this," he said. "I ain't goin' to ask you no questions—you can talk in court, an' explain how you came to have so many of th' registered bills; an' there's other little things you can tell about, if somebody don't tell it all first." He turned to Hopalong. "We'll be takin' these fellers to th' ranch now."
