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Jack Flatray could look at death level-eyed, and with an even pulse,

because for him it was all in the day's work; but the prospect of it shook

West's high-strung nerves. Nevertheless, he took command of the

explanations, because it had been his custom for years to lead.

MacQueen, his sardonic smile in play, sat back and let West do most of the

talking. Both men were working for the same end--to get the ransom paid as

soon as possible--and the multimillionaire released; and the outlaw

realized that Melissy would coöperate the more heartily if she felt she

were working for West and not for himself.

"This is Tuesday, Miss Lee. You will reach Mesa some time to-night. My

friends ought to be on the ground already. I want you and your father to

get in touch with them right away, and arrange the details along the line

laid down by Mr. MacQueen. In case they agree to everything and understand

fully, have the Stars and Stripes flying from your house all day

to-morrow as a signal. Don't on any account omit this--because, if you do,

my captors will have to hold me longer, pending further negotiations. I

have written a letter to Mr. Lucas, exonerating you completely, Miss Lee;

and I have ordered him to comply with all these demands without parley."

"Our proposition seems to Mr. West very reasonable and fair," grinned

MacQueen impishly, paring his finger nails.

"At any rate, I think that my life is worth to this country a good deal

more than three hundred thousand dollars," West corrected.

"Besides being worth something to Simon West," the outlaw added

carelessly.

West plunged into the details of delivering the money. Once or twice the

other man corrected him or amplified some statement. In order that there

could be no mistake, a map of Sweetwater Cañon was handed to Melissy to be

used by the man who would bring the money to the rendezvous at the Devil's

Causeway.

When it came to saying good-bye, the old man could scarce make up his mind

to release the girl's hand. It seemed to him that she was the visible sign

of his safety, and that with her departure went a safeguard from these

desperate men. He could not forget that she had saved the life of the

sheriff, even though he did not know what sacrifice she had made so to do.

"I know you'll do your best for me," he said, with tears in his eyes.

"Make Lucas see this thing right. Don't let any fool detectives bunco him

into refusing to pay the ransom. Put it to him as strongly as you can,

that it will be either my life or the money. I have ordered him to pay it,

and I want it paid."