“Better do it, sir. That gang is a heap tough, and it takes twice as many men to down ’em.”
“Not twice as many of the right sort. I have two or three comrades I can depend upon.”
“But two or three are no good, Mr. Merriwell; you hears me.”
“Perhaps not; but if I can get the move on those rascals it will count in my favor.”
“Now, don’t you reckon any on holding those mines with the aid of two or three backers,” warned Dash Colvin. “You will never do it.”
At this juncture Dick came in.
“Your horse is ready, Frank,” he said. “I have given orders to have it saddled and held prepared for you.”
“I may have to use it within an hour.”
Dick immediately perceived that some new development had transpired, and he glanced from his brother to the stranger in the room.
“What is now, Frank?” he anxiously questioned.