"You heard me."
"Then I don't suppose you'll tell me who it was you met out on the prairie last night."
"Who—" Los began but Jeb stopped him.
"It's no use for you to deny it, man. I know that you're a member of Red Hains' gang and that you've got a plan on for tomorrow."
"Then you know more'n I do," he growled.
As he spoke Bob saw his hand creep back toward his hip pocket and was about to utter a warning when Jeb said:
"Keep your hands away from your pocket and put 'em up."
Bob had one eye on him as he spoke and he afterward declared that he did not see his hand move but before he had finished speaking Los was looking old Betsey in the face.
"I hate to have to do this, Los, but I reckon you've forfeited all claim to my friendship and if you make a single move I'll put a hunk of lead where it'll do the most good."
"But I tell yer yer've got this all wrong, Jeb," Los insisted.