"
The deputy wavered.
"If I do that I'm done for in this town!"
"Maybe. I want the key for Haines's handcuffs."
"Go over an' put your hoss up in the shed behind the jail," said
Rogers, fighting for time, "an' when you come back I'll have the order
written out an' give it to you with the key."
"Why not come over with me now?"
"I got some other business."
"In five minutes I'll be back," said Dan, and left the house.
Outside he whistled to Satan, and the stallion trotted up to him. He
swung into the saddle and rode to the jail. There was not a guard in
sight. He rode around to the other side of the building to reach the
stable. Still he could not sight one of those shadowy horsemen who
had surrounded the place a few minutes before. Perhaps the crowd had
called in the guards to join the attack.
He put Satan away in the stable and as he led him into a stall he
heard a roar of many voices far away. Then came the crack of half
a dozen revolvers. Dan set his teeth and glanced quickly over the
half-dozen horses in the little shed. He recognized the tall bay of
Lee Haines at once and threw on its back the saddle which hung on a
peg directly behind it.
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