"Yuh might as well know," Garvey sneered in reply, "there's silver on it. And I want it. Hand over that express box now and sign the paper. If yuh don't——"
"And if we don't?" Kid Wolf asked mildly. His eyebrows had risen the merest trifle.
"Here's the answer!" Garvey rasped. He pointed at two mounds of freshly disturbed earth a few feet from the road. "Read what's written over 'em, and take yore choice."
Kid Wolf saw that two headboards had been erected near the shallow graves. One of them had the following significant epitaph written on it in neatly printed Spanish:
Aqui llacen restos de Kid Wolf.
This in English was translated: "Here lies in the grave, at rest, Kid
Wolf."
The other headboard was the same, except that the name "Bill Robbins" had been inserted.
"Those graves will be filled," sneered Garvey, "unless yuh both come through. Now what's yore answer?"
"Garvey," spoke up Kid Wolf, "I've known of othah white men who hired the Apaches to do their dirty work. They all came to a bad end. And so, if yo' want my answah—take it!"
Garvey's gang found themselves staring into the muzzles of two .45s!