Chapter 26 LARRY'S REWARD

Late one night Larry came home to Fremont, wet with rain and splashed with mire, for it was thawing fast and he had ridden far. He sloughed off his outer garments, and turned to Breckenridge, who had been waiting him, with a little, weary smile.

"The dollars are safe, any way, and that is a big load off my mind," he said. "Gillot has them in his