“Well, Herbert, what is it?”

“I have discovered, Mr. Melville, that our stage is to be stopped to-day and the passengers plundered.”

“How did you discover this?” asked Melville, startled.

“By a conversation which I overheard in the next chamber to us.”

“But that chamber is occupied by Col.  Warner.”

“And he is one of the conspirators,” said Herbert, quietly.

“Is it possible?” ejaculated Melville.  “Can we have been so deceived in him?  Does he propose to waylay the stage?”

“No, I presume he will be one of the passengers.”

“Tell me all you know about this matter, Herbert.  Who is engaged with him in this plot?”

“The landlord.”

“I am not much surprised at this,” said Melville, thoughtfully.  “He is an ill-looking man, whose appearance fits the part of highwayman very well.  Then you think the colonel is in league with him?”

“I am sure of that.  Don’t you remember how skillfully Col.  Warner drew out of the passengers the hiding places of their money vesterday?”

“Yes.”

“He has told all to the landlord, and he will no doubt make use of the knowledge.  That is all, Mr. Melville.  I could not rest till I had told you, so that you might decide what to do.”

“It seems quite providential that you were kept awake last night, Herbert, otherwise this blow would have come upon us unprepared.  Even with the knowledge that it impends, I hardly know what it is best for us to do.”

“We might decide not to go in the stage,” suggested Hebert.

“But we should have to go to-morrow.  We cannot stay here, and there is no other way of traveling.  As the colonel seems to think I have money, there would be another attack to-morrow.  Besides, where could we stay except at this hotel, which is kept, as it appears, by the principal robber.”

“That is true,” said Herbert, puzzled; “I didn’t think of that.”

“I would quite as soon stand my chance of being robbed in the stage, as be attacked here.  Besides, I cannot make up my mind to desert my fellow passengers.  It seems cowardly to send them off to be plundered without giving them a hint of their danger.”

“Couldn’t we do that?”

“The result would be that they would not go, and there is no knowing how long we should be compelled to remain in this secluded spot.”

“Mr. Melville,” said Herbert, suddenly, “a thought has just struck me.”

“I hope it may show us a way out of our danger.”

“No, I am sorry to say that it won’t do that.”

“What is it, Herbert?”

“You remember that mention was made yesterday in the stage of a certain famous bandit named Jerry Lane?”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Do you think it is possible that he and Col.  Warner may be one and the same?”

“That is certainly a startling suggestion, Herbert.  What reason have you for thinking so?”