The rest of the boys say that
two thousand ain't enough for the work you've done. They vote that you
get an extra thousand for it. I'm agreeable about that, and when you
get short of cash just drop up and see us--you know where.
"'That's a great bluff you've made about being on my trail. Keep it
up. It'll fool everybody for a while. They'll think, maybe, that what
you did for L.H. was because he was your personal friend. They won't
suspect that you're now one of us. Adios,
"'J.S.'"
Silent waited for the effect of this missive to show in Morris's face.
"Supposin' they was to read a letter like that, Gus. D'you think maybe
it'd sort of peeve them?"
"He'd be outlawed inside of two days!"
"Right. Here's the letter. An' you're goin' to see that it's delivered
in Elkhead, Morris."
The sheriff looked sombrely on the little square of white.
"I sort of think," he said at last, "that this here's the death
warrant for Whistlin' Dan Barry."
"So do I," grinned Silent, considerably thirsty for action. "That's
your chance to make one of your rarin', tarin' speeches. Then you hop
into the telegraph office an' send a wire to the Governor askin' that
a price be put on the head of the bloodthirsty desperado, Dan Barry,
commonly known as Whistlin' Dan.
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