"About a dozen."
"Bear Claw will wipe him out, then," grinned Al Arnold.
"Somehow I don't think so," said Garvey. "And if that stage deal fails us——"
"A twenty-thousand-dollar job!" Shank barked angrily. "And we get half!"
"We get all," chuckled Garvey. "The Apaches will give their share to me for fire water. That's why this must go through. If Bear Claw and his braves slip up, we'll have to finish it. As for Kid Wolf——"
Garvey's expression changed to one of malignant fury, and he made the significant gesture of cutting a throat.
"I hear that this Kid Wolf makes it his business to right wrongs,"
Shank sneered. "Thinks he's a law of himself. Justice, he calls it."
"Well, one thing!" roared Garvey, thumping the bar. "There ain't no law west o' the Pecos! And he's west o' the Pecos now! The only law here is this kind," and he tapped his .44.
"What's happened to yore gun?" one of them asked.
Garvey's face suddenly went dark red.