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"Barbara!" cried Billy Byrne, and then his voice was sainst his own

A half hour later Billy stepped out into the street to ht procure transportation for three to Galveston Anthony Harding was going with them He had listened to Barbara's pleas, and had finally volunteered to back Billy Byrne's flight from the jurisdiction of the law, or at least to a place where, under a new naain and live it as the son-in-law of old Anthony Harding should live

Aht by the raiders the previous night was a large man with a red face It happened that he turned suddenly about as Billy Byrne was on the point of passing behind hihted their faces and he of the red face found hi down the barrel of a six-shooter

"Put it up, Byrne," he adood on the draw"

"I'an," said Billy, "and I ain't drawin' for aht, and have a little happiness in life, and, Flannagan, the et hio back to stir alive See?"

"Yep," said Flannagan, "I see; but I ain't tryin' to crab your game I ain't down here after you this trip Where you been, anyway, that you don't know the war's over? Why Coke Sheehan confessed a overnor pardoned you about ten days ago"

"You stringin' lint in his eyes

"On the level," Flannagan assured hiotta clippin' froives all the dope"

He drew some papers from his coat pocket and handed one to Billy

"Turn your back and hold up your hands while I read," said Byrne, and as Flannagan did as he was bid Billy unfolded the soiled bit of newspaper and read that which set hi with nervous excitean ventured a rearward glance to note how Byrne was receiving the joyful tidings which the newspaper article contained

"Well, I'll be!" ejaculated the sleuth, for Billy Byrne was already a hundred yards away and breaking all records in his dash for the sitting-room he had quitted but a few minutes before