“Don’t be a fool, Kennedy,” Murdock replied, with a growl. “He wouldn’t take chances of coming into town. It would be all that his neck is worth to him.”
“And it might be all that mine is worth to me, if I went where he is,” Chick dryly asserted.
“What do you mean by that?”
“He might give it to me where the chicken got the ax.”
“Turn you down? Is that what you mean?”
“That’s what,” Chick nodded. “I’m not taking that kind of a chance. Not for mine!”
Murdock laughed and shook his head.
“You’ll take no chance at all, Kennedy, in going to see him,” he replied, in assuring tones. “Neither he, nor any of his gang, would risk running their necks into a rope unless it was absolutely necessary.”
“Wouldn’t, eh?” queried Chick doubtfully.
“Certainly not,” Murdock insisted. “And it wouldn’t be necessary in this case. With the big wad of money acquired by the robbery, they’ll be willing enough to settle for any ordinary sum, rather than take the risk of putting you away, even if so inclined.”