“‘Captain Lawless.’”
“The inhuman brute!” broke from the scout’s lips.
“You understand the situation, Buffalo Bill?” asked the gambler. “I am so overcome by what has happened that I am hardly able to think or plan. But your head is clear. Put yourself in my place, then do for me as you would do for yourself.”
“In the first place,” said the scout, after a few moments’ thought, “Lawless is not a man to be trusted, anyway we plan.”
“I know that,” breathed Gentleman Jim.
“Even if you allowed him to intimidate you, and even if Wah-coo-tah would give a deed, if the document was taken to Medicine Bluff to-night, you have no assurance that you could trust Lawless to send your wife here to-morrow.”
“I understand.”
“It seems to me, then,” pursued the scout, “that the one thing to do is to take Lawless’ trail at the earliest possible moment.”
“Where shall we pick it up?”
“At the place where the trail curves around the arm of the gulch.”