He had only slept for an hour or so, but that was all the time he could afford. He knew the who, and he'd lay odds that Jim West knew the why. The only thing left to do was put a stop to Miguelito Loveless one way or another. Lawless looked around the small cavern that served as the sleeping quarters for the working men; all was quiet. Carefully, he rolled out of his bunk and silently made his way out of the room, heading toward the main counterfeiting chamber.

He was thankful that he encountered no one as he made his way through the tunnels. As far as he could figure it, the quickest way to end this in the short term was through sabotage of the equipment. Lawless turned into the room with the printing press, and a smile lit his lips. With Jim West under lock and key, and Artemus Gordon out of the picture, Loveless had grown over confident, and his security was now lax. The Aussie's plan had counted on that very mistake.

Lawless pulled the counterfeit plates out of the machine, and shoved them into his pockets. He opened the containers of ink, dumping it out on the dirt floor. He then littered the room with the sheets of uncut counterfeit money, and all the blank paper he could find. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a match, lit it and set the entire chamber on fire. The next step was to disable the railway as Loveless' quick escape route, and then pull West and his new partner out of the pit.

Hoisting himself into the narrow gauge steam engine, Lawless extracted a piece of putty from inside his pocket watch. He pressed the putty onto the bottom of the throttle stick, covering it all the way around. Next he pulled a wire from under his lapel, and inserted it into the putty. He took out another match, and lit the end of the wire, scuttling out of the conductor's cabin. A few moments passed, and he heard the minor concussion from inside the engine. Peering back into it, he smiled. The throttle was completely blown off. This train was going nowhere.

For the final piece of destruction, Lawless pulled several small time bombs from the inside pockets of his coat. Retracing his steps along the track, he strategically placed the weapons along the tunnels. Anything could happen, and the last thing he wanted was to allow that madman Loveless, loose with his counterfeit money. No matter what else transpired, in thirty minutes, the whole mine would blow and collapse in on itself.

Quickly moving through the tunnels, Lawless headed toward the pit. Sounds of men yelling filtered toward him, followed by an alarm. The fire in the printing room had been discovered. Lawless could only hope that most of the damage had already been inflicted. Men were running with buckets of water toward the room. At least with all the commotion, they would be too busy to notice the Aussie running toward the pit.

Or so he thought. The voice of Kesler cut through all the extraneous noise in the tunnels.

Not another step, Lawless, or I'll blow your head off.

Lawless stopped on a dime, unmoving.

Turn around with your hands in the air.

Lawless complied slowly.

Now why is that while every man is trying to put out the fire, you're heading in the opposite direction?

The Aussie said nothing.

Let's go.

At gunpoint, Kesler led Lawless up through the tunnels toward the upper rooms, and Dr. Loveless.