"You're ponderin'," he accused.
"Is that a crime in these hills?"
"If," Barr said deliberately, "you try to make a break, I'll kill ye in your tracks. I have spoke it."
Jeff said irritably, "Don't be a darn fool!"
"Don't you be one, nuther. You're gettin' a chanst."
"Yes," Jeff sighed, "a big chance." He looked again at the candle. "Any of your hounds ever get you out of jail, Barr?"
"Pah! How might a houn' do such?"
"Well, Pal got me out."
"Those words I mistrust."
"He did," Jeff insisted. "It was in Cressman—"