"No get money box. Have keel two-three, maybe more, of white men in stage wagon. Then riders come. White chief on white devil horse, he break Bear Claw's neck. Bear Claw die. We ride away as fast as could do. White men fix stage wagon. Hunt for horse to drive it to Lost Springs."
Garvey clenched his huge fists.
"Get me another gun!" he rasped. "We'll have this out with Kid Wolf right now!"
Charley Hood spoke for the first time, and his bestial face with distorted with rage.
"Bear Claw son of Great Chief Yellow Skull! Yellow Skull get Keed Wolf if he have to follow him across world! And when he get him——"
Charley Hood, the half-breed, laughed insanely.
"I never thought of that," said Garvey. "Maybe we'd be doin' Mr. Wolf from Texas a favor by puttin' lead through him. Bear Claw was Yellow Skull's favorite. The old chief is an expert at torture. I'd like to be on hand to see it. But I've got an idea. Shank, have José dig a grave on Boot Hill—make it two of 'em. We've got to get that express money."
"And the silver," chuckled the desperado, as he took a farewell drink at the bar.