"Monte," says I, "go home and fix that wound."
He circled off.
"Well," says I, "if you other two play any more tiger to-night, I'll rip your lives out. You got to be plumb good citizens, 'cause them people in the 'Sepulchre' have seen about ten masked robbers, which they'll surely hunt. So off with them masks quick," and I threw mine in the road.
"Now," says I, "we'll see if the general public is going to help us to get them robbers and kill them."
So we three trotted grave and innocent up Main Street, where scores of citizens were saddling, mounting, and gathering, the swift men calling the laggards. In the lead rode Deputy-Marshal Pedersen, coming on rapid.
"Hello," he called, "you, Chalkeye!"
I swung in beside him. "What's the delay?" says I.
"How many robbers?"
"Ten masked men, come on! They're McCalmont's gang."
Custer and Ute were calling the rest to hustle. "Ten masked robbers," they shouted, "heading down for Naco!"