"
"Yes,", admitted Cutter slowly. "But I'm the first man to admit that
I'm all muggled up. What did Moraga have his shoes off for? If he
shot out the light, why did he do it? And how'd he get blood on his
gun?"
Engle shook his head.
"All questions for the district attorney later, Tom," he answered.
"But, if you want any advice from me, here it is: Get Moraga out of the
way on the jump. He is supposed to be in jail in the next county; he
must have broken out. Send a man to Las Palmas to telephone to Sheriff
Roberts; send Moraga along with him. And, whatever you do, keep Jim
Galloway where you've got him. I think we've got our case against him
to-night."
"That's what I've been thinking. I guess that's what Norton would do,
eh?"
"Sure of it," said Engle promptly. "Find out, if you can, whether
Moraga got a chance to talk with Galloway. I'm going back to the house
to let my wife and Florrie know what has happened."
Engle hurried to his home, told what had happened, and, leaving his
wife anxious, his daughter weeping hysterically, returned to the hotel.
"I've done all that any one could do for him," said Patten, as though
defending himself because of Norton's continued unconsciousness. "He's
in pretty bad shape, Engle. Oh, I guess I can pull him through, but at
that it's going to be a close squeak.
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