"He's the man I was telling you about."
The prospector nodded: "Seems to be a hard man to gather," he smiled, "if what these lads been tellin' me is true."
"Oh, I don't know," answered Connie, "I bet I could manage him."
And the prospector joined loudly in the laughter which followed.
"The Superintendent says he'll see you now," said Connie, and the man arose and followed toward the office. As the boy stepped aside to allow the other to pass out the door, he motioned swiftly to the two men at the table. The men arose and followed as Connie led the way to the office. The Superintendent glanced up as the prospector approached his desk. Connie saluted, and his right hand closed upon the butt of his service revolver.
"Superintendent," said the boy standing very straight and very alert, "I want to introduce—Notorious Bishop!"
The man whirled like a flash to stare squarely into the ugly black muzzle of the revolver. For just an instant he hesitated as if calculating his chance, and then with a shrug turned again to face
