Pedro did so and with a muttered exclamation of disgust flung the gun aside.
“And now we’ll let you take Val’s place,” Gale said, leveling her revolver at him. “Come on, sit down there!”
It took but a moment to fasten him as securely as Valerie had been. He glared at them all the while.
“W’en I am free I will keel you!” he promised balefully.
“Ah, but you won’t be free,” Gale assured him happily. “The Sheriff will take care of that.”
“You t’ink so, eh?” he laughed. “The gringo jail cannot hol’ me!”
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” was Gale’s opinion.
He nodded. “I know. An’ I weel fin’ you and wit’ my knife I weel slash so----”
“Never mind the details,” Valerie interrupted. “Come on, Gale, let’s leave him.”
“Right you are,” Gale said cheerily. “Well, Pedro, the next time we see you I hope you are behind bars.”