"Jest a waste of time," said Nash coolly. "He's got one foot in hell already."
"You've said too much, Nash. Kilrain, are you going?"
"I'll stop for the doctor at Eldara, but then I'll keep on riding."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothin'."
"I'll go with you," said Nash, and turned with the other.
"Stop!" called Drew. "Boys, I know what you have planned; but let the law take care of this. Remember that we were the aggressors against young Bard. He came peaceably into this house and I tried to hold him here. What would you have done in his place?"
"They's a dozen men know how peaceable he is," said Nash drily. "Wherever he's gone on the range he's raised hell. He's cut out for a killer, and Glendin in Eldara knows it."
"I'll talk to Glendin. In the meantime you fellows keep your hands off Bard. In the first place because if you take the law into your own hands you'll have me against you—understand?"
Kilrain and Nash glowered at him a moment, and then backed through the door.