"I know you and Ferrell hate Wade's guts," he said slowly, "but...."
"It's not me so much," O'Toole protested. "Ferrell said long ago that Wade was in this mess. He didn't seem to get any action on the case. Now with the guy Slater saying Harror isn't the boss, there isn't any other answer."
"Sorry, O'Toole," Blake said. "I should be willing to admit that Wade's our man. I don't know why I can't. It's just that blood is pretty thick stuff, I guess. It's hard to think your own brother would turn on you like this."
O'Toole lowered his head.
"We've got to do something," he said quietly. "Those guys won't sit out there waiting forever."
Blake stood up slowly.
"Supposing Wade isn't the chief," he asked. "What then?"
"They'll kill us all, just as they already plan to," O'Toole groaned. "We might as well take a flying chance."
Blake shook his head.