“That is all right from your standpoint,” said Avery. “You represent the law. But I represent justice swift and sure, with no chance for a slip-up. If I see Ike first, you will never take him back for trial.”
“Didn’t you see him that day at the surveyors’ shanty?” asked the scout.
“Yes, I saw both men, but I didn’t recognize either of them, yet I thought the one with whiskers resembled some one I had known.”
“If you have a bullet for him, there must be a story behind it?” suggested one of the miners.
“There is, but it is too long to tell to-night, besides, we’ve got to capture the scoundrel.”
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR.
When Bloody Ike reached the top of the basin, where Price was waiting impatiently, and consumed with curiosity, he was out of breath and unable to express his feelings, but he shook his fists, waved his arms, gasped and choked in impotent rage.
“Did you get any grub?” asked Price.