After all his work he found himself without a cent and in danger of his life for the murders he had committed.
“Elmer Greer first,” Brodie said, “then the negro, and I shall feel somewhat resigned when the hangman eventually places the noose about my neck.”
Both he and Denton had agreed to go to the city on the following night and make an effort to find Greer.
A light was made and supper prepared by Dell Ladley.
The turbulence of their passions did not prevent the pair from making a hearty meal of the rough food which the cabin afforded.
Dick Denton made a smoking bowl of punch, and he was about to fill out glasses for himself and his pal, when the door was thrown violently open.
Rusty Owens and five companions entered the room.
At the advent of the newcomers, Skip was on his feet in an instant.
“Don’t let me disturb you,” remarked Rusty; “finish your supper; I can wait.”
“How did you find us out?” Denton asked, greatly surprised.