"Daring Hold-Up of the Transcontinental.
The Two-some Gang again at Work."
"That's us," said Donoghue, gloating. "It reads pretty good, but Apache here says there ain't no sense in the headin' about the two-some gang—says them journalist boys is no good. Seems to me a right slick notice—that's us, anyway."
Apache Kid seemed disturbed, annoyed.
"Well! what do you think?" he said, fixing me with his eye.
"I 'm sorry," said I.
Donoghue threw back his head and laughed.
"It's not the right sort of way to live?" said Apache Kid, questioningly. "You know I can make out a fine case in its defence."
"Yes," I replied. "I have no doubt you could, and that's just what makes me all the more sorry to think of your doing this. Still, I feel that you having told me prevents me stating an opinion."
"If someone else had told——" he began.
"Then I might speak," said I.