“Hold your horses, Dave. Believing that, do you think that we ought to leave him here to be lynched to-night by Peake's outfit?”
“That isn't my responsibility, but speaking merely as a private citizen, I should say, No.”
“What would you do with him then?”
“Why not take him up to your house?”
“Wouldn't be safe a minute, or in any other house in town.”
“Then get out of town with him.”
“It can't be done. I'm watched.”
Hilliard shrugged.
The ranger's keen eyes went from one to another. He saw that what the lawyer needed was some personal interest to convert him into a partisan. From his pocket he drew another letter and some papers.
“If you doubt that I am Lieutenant Fraser you can wire my captain at Dallas. This is a letter of congratulation to me from the Governor of Texas for my work in the Chacon case. Here's my railroad ticket, and my lodge receipt. You gentlemen are the officers in charge. I hold you personally responsible for my safety—for the safety of a man whose name, by chance, is now known all over this country.”