A 'biled' shirt, an extra collar, and a
few papers. Nothing more."
Yuba Bill slowly descended. When he reached the ground, he plucked
Thatcher aside by his coat sleeve:
"Ye don't mean to say ye had nothing in that bag ye was trying to get
away with?"
"No," said the laughing Thatcher frankly.
"And that Wiles warn't one o' them detectives?"
"Not to my knowledge, certainly."
Yuba Bill sighed sadly, and returned to assist in the replacing of the
coach on its wheels again.
"Never mind, Bill," said one of the passengers sympathizingly, "we'll
catch that man Wiles at Rawlings sure;" and he looked around at the
inchoate vigilance committee, already "rounding into form" about him.
"Ketch him!" returned Yuba Bill, derisively, "why we've got to go back
to the station; and afore we're off agin he's pinted fur Clarmont on the
relay we lose. Ketch him! H-ll's full of such ketches!"
There was clearly nothing to do but to go back to the station to await
the repairing of the coach. While this was being done Yuba Bill again
drew Thatcher aside:
"I allers suspected that chap's game eye, but I didn't somehow allow
for anything like this.
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