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I was paid t'other day, and there ain't much owin'
me here. I guess it'll be safer fer me ter keep movin' on, too."
"You may well say that, Bute. I heard below that there was goin'
to be some investigations inter this gang, and that there was
more'n one feller here whose pictur was on exhibition."
"That so?" said Bute, hastily. "Well, I'll go with yer ter-night,
fer it's time I was movin'. I kin tell yer one thing, though--
there'll be no investigations here unless a fair-sized regiment
makes it. Every man keeps his shooter handy."
"Hanged if we care how the thing turns out. You and me'll be far
enough away from the shindy. Now make your arrangements prompt,
for we must be on the road by nine o'clock, so we can get through
early in the night and have a good start with the swag. My plan is
to ambush the whiskey shop, go and demand drinks soon after
everybody is gone, and then proceed to business."
"Can't we let my mate, Apache Jack, in with us? I'll stand for
him."
"No, no, I don't know anything about Apache Jack; and I can trust
you.


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