“Give ‘em twenty paces and a grave seven feet deep.”
But Cliff refused to do this.
“Leave it to me!” he cried. “I’ve got a better plan.”
“What is it?” was the cry.
“I want ye all to be ready in half an hour to go into the hills an’ corner Harmon an’ his gang. There must not one of the vigilants go out of here alive.”
“Hurrah!” yelled the cowboys.
“We can give them the worst thrashin’ they ever had.”
“In regard to these prisoners, the gal is going to be my wife. The others I’m going to have some fun with down to the ranch. We’ll have a rabbit chase with ‘em, or something of the kind.”
“Good!” yelled the mob, carried away with the plan.