“I’ll see what he wants.”
“It might be a scheme to harm yuh, Jack.”
“Might be. But as far as that’s concerned, if they want to kill me they can pick me off most any time.”
“That’s true,” agreed Priest. “We’ll all ride in after supper, Jack. If things go wrong, we’ll do what we can.”
“And if Reber finds you in town he’ll set his dogs on yuh,” said Silver grimly.
“I’ll have my dogs along,” replied Buck meaningly. “We went into the Tomahawk and came out safe enough. But I was drunk, Jack. It wasn’t a job for a sober man. We sure shocked that gang a-plenty.”
“I wish I had been there,” smiled Jack. “I’ve never been in the Tomahawk.”
“It’s not a safe place, Jack; and maybe you’ll find it out tonight.”
None of Reber’s foremen knew why he had sent for them. Some of them were obliged to ride the length of the valley, but they were all there—Patterson, Jackson, McLeese, Carlin and Franks. McLeese was drunk; not blind drunk by any manner of means, but inclined to be quarrelsome.