“Not so you’ll notice it,” said the latter. “The town won’t know anything about it until afterwards. Just a few good men at night, masked and working fast, and the thing is done.”

“I’ll not feel easy till it’s over.”

“Keep up your nerve, Judge,” Burkhardt grunted. “You used to be as lively as anybody when you were young.”

“I know, I know. But this Weir isn’t going to stand idle. If he ever gets a chance with his gun–––”

“He won’t get it,” said Vorse.

“And he’ll not resist the sheriff when Madden arrests him legally,” Sorenson added. “Nothing could be better for us than if he did. He knows that.”

“Still I’ll be glad when next week is past,” the Judge replied, with a sigh.


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CHAPTER XIII