“You've seen him?”
“No. I want to quit my job and go after him.”
“Nonsense!” said Powell.
“You can't, Cutler,” said Balwin. “I can't spare you.”
“You'll be having to fill my place, then, I guess.”
“You mean to go without permission?” said Powell, sternly.
“Lord, no! He'll shoot me. That's all.”
The two lieutenants pondered.
“And it's to-day,” continued Cutler, plaintively, “that he should be gettin' hanged in Cheyenne.”
Still the lieutenants pondered, while the wagon-master inspected a photograph of Marie Rose as Marguerite.