"She hates me, Hal," said the big fellow sadly. "For God's sake, was
there no other way of getting me out?"
"Not one! Pull yourself together, Lee. There ain't no one for you to
hold a spite agin. Would you rather be back in Elkhead dangling from
the end of a rope?"
"It seems to have been a sort of--joke," said Haines.
"Exactly. But at that sort of a joke nobody laughs!"
"And Whistling Dan Barry?"
"He's done for. We're all agin him, an' now even the rangers will
help us hunt him down. Think it over careful, Haines. You're agin him
because you want the girl. I want that damned wolf of his, Black Bart.
Kilduff would rather get into the saddle of Satan than ride to heaven.
An' Jim Silent won't never rest till he sees Dan lyin' on the ground
with a bullet through his heart. Here's four of us. Each of us want
something that belongs to him, from his life to his dog. Haines, I'm
askin' you man to man, was there any one ever born who could get away
from four men like us?"
CHAPTER XXVIII
WHISTLING DAN, DESPERADO
It was an urgent business which sent Silent galloping over the hills
before dawn. When the first light came he was close to the place
of Gus Morris.
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