All you c'n handle is hobby hosses!"
"What do you want us to do?" growled swarthy Bill Kilduff.
"Keep your face shut while I'm talkin', that's what I want you to do!"
There was a devil of rage in his eyes. His folded arms tugged at each
other, and if they got free there would be gun play. The four men
shrank, and he was satisfied.
"Now I'll tell you what we're goin' to do," he went on. "We're goin'
out after Haines an' the girl. If they come up with this Whistlin' Dan
we're goin' to surround him an' fill him full of lead, while they're
talkin'."
"Not for a million dollars!" burst in Hal Purvis.
"Not in a thousan' years!" echoed Terry Jordan.
Silent turned his watchful eyes from one to the other. They were ready
to fight now, and he sensed it at once.
"Why?" he asked calmly.
"It ain't playin' square with the girl," announced Rhinehart.
"Purvis," said Silent, for he knew that the opposition centred in the
figure of the venomous little gun fighter; "if you seen a mad dog
that was runnin' straight at you, would you be kep' from shootin' it
because a pretty girl hollered out an' asked you not to?"
Their eyes shifted rapidly from one to another, seeking a way out, and
finding none.
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