The man thrust his face close to Connie's in the darkness. "What in the name of time be you doin' here?" he exclaimed.
"Sh-sh-sh," whispered the boy. "Come on, we've got to get away in a hurry. There's no tellin' how soon those fellows will finish their powwow."
"What do you mean—git away? When we git away from here we take them birds along, er my name ain't Saginaw Ed! On top of tryin' to burn up the camp they've up an' murdered Hurley, an' they'd of done the like by me, if they'd be'n give time to!"
"We'll get them, later. I know where they're going. What we've got to do is to beat it. Step in my tracks so they won't know there were two of us. They'll think you cut yourself loose and they won't try to follow in the dark, especially if the storm holds."
"But them hounds has got my rackets."
"I've got mine, and when we get away from here I'll put 'em on and break trail for you."
"Look a here, you give me yer gun an' I'll go in an' clean up on them desperadoes. I'll show 'em if the I. W. W.'s is goin' to run the woods! I'll——"
"Come on! I tell you we can get 'em whenever we want 'em——"
"I'll never want 'em no worse'n I do right now."
"Hurley's all right, I saw him a little while ago."