"Dead? Why?"
"You don't mean he was taken alive?"
"Yes, I sure do! And I done the figuring that led up to him being caught."
The slender form of Jig rose before them, trembling.
"It isn't true! It isn't true! There aren't enough of you in Sour Creek to take Riley Sinclair!"
"Ain't it true?" asked Arizona. "All right, son, you'll meet him pronto in the Sour Creek jail, unless the boys finish their party of the other day and string you up before you get inside the jail."
This brought a peculiar, low-pitched moan from Cold Feet.
"Cheer up," said Sandersen. "You ain't swinging yet awhile."
"But he's hurt! If he's alive, he's terribly wounded?"
Arizona beat down the appealing hand with a brutal gesture.