The girls, who had huddled down in the car white and silent, took courage and looked up.
It was Daniel Moore who was speaking.
Miss Campbell gave a little tremulous cry like a child’s.
“Oh, Mr. Moore, I implore you not to leave us.”
“I mean what I say,” pursued Jim Bowles. “If you wanter be still breathing fresh air in another two minutes, stay where you are.”
Daniel Moore looked him calmly in the eye.
“Do you remember Christmas Eve at Silver Bow two years ago?” he asked.
The robber’s face was curiously twisted with emotion.
“Yes,” he replied.
“I cut you down,” said Daniel Moore. “You would have been strung up there yet if I hadn’t come back in time. The scar is still there, I see.”