“You yonder—Lee Haines! D'you give up to the law?”
A burst of savage laughter flung back at him, and then: “Why the hell should I?”
“Haines, I give you fair warnin'! For resistin' the law and interferin', I ask you, do you surrender?”
“Who are you?”
The big voice fairly swallowed the rather shrill tone of the sheriff.
“I'm sheriff Pete Glass.”
“You lie. Whoever heard of a sheriff come sneakin' round like a coyote lookin' for dead meat?”
Pete Glass grinned with rage.
“Haines, you ain't much better'n spoiled meat if you keep back. I gave you till I count ten—”
“Why, you bob-tailed skunk,” shouted a new voice. “You bone-spavined, pink-eyed rat-catcher,” continued this very particular describer, “what have you got on us? Come out and dicker and we'll do the same!”