It was
probably one of them old Guzman saw. Anyhow, it couldn't of been
Adolfo Urbina; he was over to Las Palmas all the afternoon."
"Did you send him there?"
"Sure. Ed Austin can tell you."
"Where is Urbina now?"
"I reckon he's asleep somewhere. We'll dig him up and talk to him,
if you say so."
"Good."
Tad's willingness to cooperate with the officer, now that he
understood the situation, was in marked contrast to the behavior
of Austin. In fact, his offer to help was almost too willingly
given to suit Dave, who expected him to protest at being dragged
out on such a night. No protest came, however; Lewis slipped into
his boots and slicker, explaining meanwhile:
"I'm sorry this play came up, for I don't want folks to think I
got a gang of thieves workin' for me."
But Adolfo Urbina was nowhere to be found. No one had seen him
since about seven o'clock, nor could it be discovered where he was
spending the night. Dave remembered that it had been about seven
when he left Las Palmas, and ascertained, indirectly, that Tad had
a telephone. On his way from Austin's Law had stopped at a rancho
for a bite to eat, but he could forgive himself for the delay if,
as he surmised, Urbina had been warned by wire of his coming.
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