In spite of his unpleasant situation the outlaw could not help admiring the coolness and resolution of his guard.
“You would make a capital accession to my band,” he remarked.
“If that is meant for a compliment,” said Luke dryly, “I thank you.”
“You had better think it over. Join my band and I will make it worth your while.”
He fixed his eyes earnestly upon his captor to see whether he had made any impression upon him.
“When I start on any road,” he said, “I like to know where it is coming out.”
“Well, this road will lead to wealth.”
“I don’t read it that way.”
“How then?”
“It will more likely lead to a violent death—or the gallows.”