"Get him Bill!" roared the desperado chief. "He's the leader of this gang. But don't kill him."
And while Frank was releasing his brother, the others turned their attention to the men on the floor, all of whom were dead save two, besides the fellow Bill had winged in his attempt to escape.
Jesse's face was stern and those of his followers who chanced to observe the expression knew that the blood lust was once more strong upon their leader.
"Bring that fellow here! He seems to be the leader of this gang."
Tony jerked the cowering wretch to his feet and turned his face so the full morning light shone upon it.
"Hello, Sam," greeted Wild Bill with a grin.
"Know him, do you?" questioned Jesse.
"Know him? I should say yes. He's Sagebrush Sam, one of the orneriest coyotes that ever pulled a trigger."
"He is the fellow that laid me out with an iron bar when they jerked me into this place," announced Jesse grimly. "Now Mr. Sam, I reckon you'll answer a few questions."
"I ain't answerin' questions for the likes of you," snarled the captive.