"See here, man, don't you realize that the farther you go with this sort of thing the harder it's going to be to break away. You ought to know that this kind has only one end. They'll get you sooner or later. Be a man and make the break now before the law has anything on you."
Bob spoke sternly and he could see that his words were having an effect on the man.
"Even if they should catch you it would be no worse than what, this sort of thing will lead to," he added in an effort to clinch the argument.
"I'll do it," he said after a moment's hesitation.
"Yes, yer will, not."
At the words a large, red-haired man stepped out from behind a tree.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE RAID.
Bob knew at once that it was Red Hains and his hand moved toward his pocket.
"Keep yer hand away from that pocket if yer want to live any longer," Hains snapped.