"Me cut um lariats. Um Jesse Jame go back by paleface brothers—"
"Where are they?" interrupted Jesse. "Do you know where they are now?"
"Dew Drop know. Dew Drop um know too bad chief kill um Jesse Jame morning."
"Hurry, little one," he begged, "let me get my guns. I must get out of here now."
He heard the girl utter a little startled exclamation as if she had been suddenly surprised by some one from without, then she sped away as silently as she had come, much to Jesse's surprise.
"Well, that gets me."
He could not understand her peculiar actions.
At least the desperado did not propose to remain quiescent when the way to freedom had been laid open to him. Dew Drop too, must have ere this, told the members of his band of his predicament, but by the time they were able to reach him, it might and probably would be too late.
Seconds were precious.
"I'd be a fool to stay here any longer," muttered Jesse. "The kid fluttered away like a frightened bird. Guess I'll go to."