"No resistance, mind you!" warned Terry.
"Trust me for that," grinned Rube. "I ain't anxious for no punctured skin, nor yit a stretched neck."
"Pick your men carefully."
"I'll take Jack Phillips and Jim McNab," said Rube, after a moment's thought, "and possibly a few refreshments?" he suggested.
Terry reached into his pocket.
"Certainly, certainly," said he. "Treat yourself well."
There remained only to see that the accurate details should get to the Committee of Vigilance, but in such a manner as to avoid suspicion that the information had been "planted."
"Is there anybody we can trust on their rolls?" asked Terry.
But it was reluctantly conceded that the Vigilantes had pretty well cleaned out the doubtful ones. Here again, the resourceful Jimmy Ware came to the rescue.
"I know your man—Morrell. He'll get it to them. As far as anybody knows, he hasn't taken sides at all."