"What do you think you're goin' to do?" he asked.
"I'm goin' with you," replied West.
Orman shook his head. "Nothing doing! This is my funeral."
West continued his preparations without reply.
"If you fellows are going out to look for the girls, I'm goin' with you," announced O'Grady.
"Same here," said another.
The whole company volunteered.
"I'm goin' alone," announced Orman. "One man on foot can travel faster than this motorcade and faster than men on horseback who will have to stop and cut trail in places."
"But what in hell can one man do after he catches up with those rats?" demanded O'Grady. "He'll just get himself killed. He can't fight 'em all."
"I don't intend to fight," replied Orman. "I got the girls into this mess by not using my head; I'm going to use it to get them out. Those Arabs will do anything for money, and I can offer them more for the girls than they can hope to get from any one else."