“You yaller old quitter,” sneered Angel. “We’ll show ’em a trick or two, Jim.”
“Take the girl upstairs,” said Langley. “There’s no use in her gettin’ shot up.”
“She goes where I go,” declared Angel. “Whither thou goest, I will go, eh, Lila? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! All my life I’ve wanted to fight against odds, and now I’ve got a chance.”
“You crazy fool,” wailed Fohl. “Why didn’t yuh pick yore odds a long ways from here?”
“Quit, if yuh want to, Jess,” said Langley. “Walk right out and give up. They might pad the rope for yuh.”
“Aw, they can’t hang us,” said One-Eye hopefully.
“They can hang Angel,” said Fohl, with a great deal of satisfaction.
“They’ll be skatin’ in hell a long time before they ever hang me,” swore Angel.
“Oh, shut up,” said Langley wearily. “No use snappin’ at each other. We’re all in on this deal. Let’s plan what to do. How about makin’ a break, boys? We might be lucky, eh?”
“Go ahead,” said a voice outside the kitchen door. “We been wonderin’ why yuh didn’t.”