“If Merry had a pistol he would be all right.”
“But he hasn’t! We must do something, Harry—we must!”
“Neither of us has a gun.”
“No, but——”
“We can’t get up there.”
“But we must do something!”
“We can’t!”
Jack grew more and more frantic. He leaped from his wheel and seemed to be looking for some place to try to scale the face of the bluff.
“Oh, if I could get up there!” he groaned. “I’d show Frank that I was ready to stand by him! I’d fight that man barehanded!”
And Rattleton did not doubt it, for he well knew how hot-blooded Diamond was, and the young Virginian had never failed to fight when the occasion arose. He would not shirk any kind of an encounter.