“An’ who the devil are we goin’ to fight?” Tad Hicks added.
Sam Hogg threw up his hands and shook his head. What were they waiting for? Allen? He might be dead.
Time passed, and all but Toothpick were dozing. He continued his endless pacing. Suddenly he stopped and listened for a moment, then sprang to the back door and threw it open. Sam Hogg and the sheriff jerked to sudden life and crowded after him. Some one was coming.
“It’s him,” Toothpick said exultantly.
They heard a faint whistle. With hands on guns they stepped outside. A black blotch materialized from the darkness and Jim-twin Allen hailed them.
“That yuh, Toothpick? Who’s with yuh?”
“Tom Powers and Sam Hogg?”
The black blotch crept nearer.
“Where can I stable these old bags of bones?”
“Is them yuhr grays?” Sam Hogg asked.