"What about me?" snapped Vince. "My joints'll ache fer a week after las' night."
"You," said Wallie, looking at Lombard, "stand at the foot of the stairs, an' make sure he don't come out of Bryant's room. Vince, you get close to the window an' keep watch on the Gap. Yuma will be here some time today with a warrant for Bryant's arrest, an' law men to act on the warrant."
"Why me? What's the matter with Sawtell or Lonergan?"
Wallie didn't reply, but his cold-eyed gaze was quite enough. Vince grumbled his way to the window, as if he resented being ordered about by his own brother in the same fashion that ordinary outlaws were commanded. He dragged a chair to the window and sat down.
"This'll do for the time," Sawtell suggested, as he tied the last knot in the ropes about Jeb's arms. "Now what'll we do with him?"
"Leave him where he is until I finish speaking, and then we'll decide later what we'll do with him. I told you that already."
"He knows too damn much," said Vince, "an' he's too dumb to be any good to us. Why worry about him?"
"Who," said Wallie, "is worrying?"
"What about that masked man? What was it you said about Yuma comin' with the law?" It was Lonergan, the lawyer-gambler, speaking.