"Yes; and you will be attacked to-night by the vigilance committee, in full force," coolly rejoined Poynter.
"Bad enough, I must say. But are you certain?"
"If hearing the entire plan, detailed by the man that found you out, is enough, I am."
"So—so!" muttered the outlaw chief.
"Well, your decision," impatiently said Clay, "what is it?"
"We must run for it. Not but that we are strong enough to stand our ground, if such a course would be prudent, but we must tread lightly. The country is hot enough now, and a collision, where blood would be shed, must be avoided."
"Very well, then; I want one man for duty concerning myself, as a sort of witness. Can I have him?"
"A dozen, if you say so," was the cordial reply. "Who is he?"
"Jack Fyffe."
"Hyar I be, square, an' mighty glad ef I kin help ye any."