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hen Teton Jackson tore away from between two guards and threw himself from a moving train he left no trail.

The isolated mountain valley in the shadow of the Tetons, from which, as a boy, he had led his Robin Hood band to prey upon three states, still bore his name but the world never again found a single trace of the man himself. The valley of his name was settled by ranchers. Some few of the earlier settlers remembered him—and kindly, for no struggling squatter ever had cause to complain of his treatment at the hands of Jackson and his men.

Among all the outlaws that escaped during the next quarter of a century there were but few, perhaps a score, of whom no trace was ever found.

In prison circles rumor linked the names of these men together and there were whispers of some phantom rendezvous called “The Hole.”

No man seemed possessed of knowledge as to