"Go slow, Terry," advised Rhinehart in a soft tone. "Kilduff ain't
feelin' none too well tonight."
"What's the matter with him?" growled the scar-faced man, none too
anxious to start an open quarrel with the formidable Kilduff.
Rhinehart jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
"The gal in there. He don't like the game the chief has been workin'
with her."
"Neither do I," said Purvis, "but I'd do worse than the chief done to
get Lee Haines back."
"Get Haines back?" said Kilduff, his voice ominously deep. "There
ain't no chance of that. If there was I wouldn't have no kick against
the chief for what he's done to Kate."
"Maybe there's _some_ chance," suggested Rhinehart.
"Chance, hell!" cried Kilduff. "One man agin a whole town full? I say
all that Jim has done is to get Whistlin' Dan plugged full of lead."
"Well," said Purvis, "if that's done, ain't the game worth while?"
The rest of the men chuckled and even Kilduff smiled.
"Old Joe Cumberland is sure takin' it hard," said "Calamity"
Rhinehart. "All day he's been lightin' into the girl."
"The funny part," mused Purvis, "is that the old boy really means it.
I think he'd of sawed off his right hand to keep her from goin' to
Whistlin' Dan.
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