wish to be seen, and so we cannot afford to see
them. Do not forget that we are keeping the
middle of the road."

Clayton smiled and dropped his hand to his
side. Thus they stood watching the little bit of
white paper until it finally remained at rest upon
the floor just inside the door.

Then Clayton stooped and picked it up. It
was a bit of grimy, white paper roughly folded
into a ragged square. Opening it they found a
crude message printed in uncouth letters, with
many evidences of an unaccustomed task.

Translated, it was a warning to the Claytons
to refrain from reporting the loss of the revol-
vers, or from repeating what the old sailor had
told them--to refrain on pain of death.

"I rather imagine we'll be good," said Clay-
ton with a rueful smile. "About all we can do
is to sit tight and wait for whatever may come."

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