‘Suits me, gents. Vamoose!’
Hashknife and Sleepy followed them out to their horses, where the four men mounted quickly.
‘What about our guns?’ asked Morgan.
‘One of yuh come back in daylight and get ’em.’
‘Oh, all right. But you two better not be here.’
‘We will be, Morgan. Adios.’
Hashknife watched them ride away in the darkness, and went back into the house, where he found Lane shaking hands with Rex and thanking him for his timely aid with the shotgun.
‘Oh, it wasn’t anything,’ said Rex. ‘I just saw the gun in the corner, and thought I might frighten them with it.’
‘Well, yuh shore did,’ laughed Hashknife. ‘They know what a shotgun will do at short range, and they took no chances. Now,’ he turned to Lane, ‘What are you goin’ to do?’
‘I’m goin’ to see Walter and get him to go to Cañonville with me. We might as well give up and take a chance with the law. I didn’t realize until just now how safe a jail could be.’