"I've just ridden in from his bedside. Dr. Young says the crisis is past. And so—thank God—there's no danger to Bard; he's free from the law!"
"Too late," said the deputy.
It did not seem that Drew heard him. He stepped closer and turned his head.
"What's that?"
"Too late. I've sent out men to—to apprehend Bard."
"Apprehend him?" repeated Drew. "Is it possible? To murder him, you mean!"
He had not made a threatening move, but the deputy had his grip on the butt of his gun.
"It was that devil Nash. He persuaded me to send out a posse with him in charge."
"And you sent him?"
"What could I do? Ain't it legal?"