As they hurried for the barn Kilrain asked: "What makes the chief act soft to that hell-raiser?"
"If you have a feller cut out for your own meat," answered Nash, "d'you want to have any one else step in and take your meal away?"
"But you and me, Steve, we'll get this bird."
"We'll get Glendin behind us first."
"Why him?"
"Play safe. Glendin can swear us in as deputies to—'apprehend,' as he calls it, this Bard. Apprehendin' a feller like Bard simply means to shoot him down and ask him to come along afterward, see?"
"Nash, you got a great head. You ought to be one of these lawyers. There ain't nothin' you can't find a way out of. But will Glendin do it?"
"He'll do what I ask him to do."
"Friend of yours?"
"Better'n a friend."