"Ah, this is the swine," said one, "that was guardin' our lives!"
"Fellers," pleaded the sheriff desperately, "I swear to you that I
jest heard of where Silent was today. I was keepin' it dark until
after we got Whistling Dan. Then I was goin' to lead you--"
The flat of a heavy hand struck with a resounding thwack across his
lips. He reeled back against the wall, sputtering the blood from his
split mouth.
"Pat," said Monte, "your hoss is done for. Will you stay here an' see
that he don't get away? We'll do somethin' with him when we get back."
Pat caught the sheriff by his shirt collar and jerked him to a chair.
The body of the fat man was trembling like shaken jelly. The posse
turned away.
They could not overtake Whistling Dan on his black stallion, but they
might arrive before Silent and his gang got under way. Their numbers
were over small to attack the formidable long riders, but they wanted
blood. Before Whistling Dan reached the valley of Bald-eagle Creek
they were in the saddle and riding hotly in pursuit.
CHAPTER XXXV
CLOSE IN!
In that time ruined shack towards which the posse and Dan Barry rode,
the outlaws sat about on the floor eating their supper when Hal
Purvis entered.
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