“Peter!” said Dawn sharply. “Don’t be foolish.”
“You think I want go to jail?” he asked harshly.
“If English Ed and his gang get you, you’ll wish you was in jail,” warned Roaring.
Pete flashed a snarling grin.
“They come too, eh?”
Jimmy Moran stepped back and opened the door. The hills were bathed in moonlight, making it possible to distinguish objects at quite a distance. He leaned forward for a moment, jerked back and closed the door.
“They’re comin’!” he snapped. “I saw two riders cuttin’ east down there. They’ve broken the fence, I’ll bet.”
“Surroundin’ us, eh?” said Roaring quickly. “Pete, you’ve got one chance. If they get you they’ll lynch you quick. Git out through the kitchen! C’mon, Jimmy!”
They ran outside. Their horses were on the dark side of the house. They saw a rider on a light-colored horse, moving along a ridge north of the stables.