“Cookie’ll make the bridge all right,” he remarked. “If the girl catches him, she can’t do anything. And that last guy’ll never make it. Whoop! Here come the rest of them.”
The Inspector, with two deputies, rode suddenly into the camp. The Inspector paused to speak to Laura. Long Jim’s eyes sparkled as he saw them approach.
“It’s old Harris and fat Andy,” he whispered. “We’ll have some fun with them.”
The older of the two deputies approached them frowning.
“Been at your games again, Long Jim?” he began. “I hear you declined to hand over a criminal who’s been sheltering on your ranch? You’ll get into trouble before you’ve finished.”
“Got the warrant?” Jim asked.
The deputy produced it. Long Jim looked at it curiously and handed it back.
“Guess the only other thing you want, then, is the man.”
“Better produce him quickly,” the deputy advised.
Jim turned away.