"Well, he's gone, whoever he was, accordin' to your own showin'," said the gang leader contemptuously. "Now brace up. Take your liquor. Get a move on youse."
"Not me," exclaimed Red suddenly.
"Nor me," said the Kid.
"What d'ye mean?"
"I won't do it."
"Neither will I."
Both men moved to the door. The gang leader sprang to intercept them, his arms upraised, his hands clenched.
"Lemme pass," said Red.
"Are you goin' to give us away?"
"No," answered Red. "But you don't rob no house, an' you don't kill no man to-night."