“Lige Benner has got watchers out, all around the camp. Ye’ll hev ter git clear without causin’ any ruction, if possible, an’ I’d suggest that ye ride in the water, a little off the bank. The Brazos ain’t bein’ watched so much as the trails. Mebby ye’ll git away without trouble. I’m hopin’ so, anyways.”
“What’re you goin’ to do, Hawkins?”
“I’m stayin’ with the White Caps. That’s what the sky pilot said fer me ter do.”
“But when they find out that I’ve got away, more than likely you’ll be suspected.”
“I don’t reckon so.”
“Your safest move is to come with me.”
“I’m goin’ ter stay on, with the White Caps an’ try ter pervent them kerryin’ out any deviltry. Thar’s a lot o’ it on the programme, as I reckon ye know.”
Wild Bill passed to his horse, unhitched the animal and got into the saddle.
“Don’t let the brute lay down an’ roll over with ye,” said Ace Hawkins humorously.
“Nary, pard,” chuckled Wild Bill; “nor I won’t walk lame or play dead for Benner and his gang any more. But I’d sure like to do something to get even with you for this night’s work.”