Corrigan's face turned white. Norcross had to lean against the corner of
the table to keep from falling.
Ted easily opened the lock of the box, and threw it open.
"You left me to hold the bag, did you?" he asked of the astounded
conspirators. "Well, what do you think of these for snipe?"
The room was as quiet as a church.
"Gentlemen, you are all under arrest. Boys, get into your saddles. We
are going to ride to the rendezvous of the gang of robbers which
to-night robbed the Overland Express and stole the money I have here,"
and he lifted out package after package of stolen currency.
Stella was laughing and waving her hat.
"I knowed yer had somethin' up yer sleeve when yer consented ter go
snipe huntin'! Yer ther limit," said Bud.
Only Mr. van Belder of all the conspirators was calm. He ripped a beard
from his face, and there stood Darby O'Neill, the United States secret
agent!
"Say, Ted, give me that counterfeit of the Green River National Bank. It
is all I need to take Norcross away for a long term.
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