“I don’t dare to tell,” he protested.
“Why?”
“’Cause Panther Pete would kill me.”
“And I’ll kill you if you don’t. So there you are. Take your choice.”
There was a strange flush of excitement on the face of Denton, and a bright and staring light in his eyes.
Hatfield saw that in his present mental condition Denton was not a man to fool with.
“I’ll shoot you, sure,” said Denton, “if you don’t tell me promptly where Panther Pete is.”
“I—I——” Hatfield stammered, a bit terrified.
“Out with it!”
“I couldn’t tell you, but I might lead ye to—to the place.”