At the mention of hanging Morgan Fitzsimmons turned deathly pale.
"Will they dare to—to hang us?" he faltered.
"Like as not," said Sag Ruff. "To tell the truth, we are in a tight box."
"Perhaps they will let us go, if we give up all the gold."
"I don't think so. We have led them a long chase and they are mad."
"What shall we do?"
"Hold them at bay for the present, until those two greasers report. If we can get out the back way it will give us something of a chance to escape."
"But they can come in this way."
"Not if we let down those rocks," and Sag Ruff pointed to some rocks overhead that seemed to be loose and ready to fall.
"Can we do that?"