“They’ll do fine,” the sheriff agreed.
The ex-Ranger thought for a moment. “The Wolf goes to the judge’s deliberate! Then he figures some one what was there to-night is playing with the Lava Gang?”
“Yeah,” the sheriff muttered miserably.
“Yuh mean Ace Cutts!”
The sheriff nodded.
“Why, the judge brought him up, the dirty coyote!” The cattleman was bristling with anger. “An’ he tips off the Toad to have Allen killed.”
“He’s a bad one,” Tom Powers said heavily.
“I’m goin’ to hunt up ‘Big Dick,’ my foreman, and have him tip off the boys to stay sober,” the ranchman cried, starting for the door.
The sheriff stopped him. “You better go out the back way.”
At this reminder that he was on the “slaughter list,” Sam Hogg smiled grimly.