Struve turned, snarling, on him. “That'll be enough from you, Briscoe. I've stood about all I'm going to stand just now.”
“You'll stand for whatever I say,” retorted Jed. “You've cooked your goose in this valley by to-night's fool play. I'm the only man that can pull you through. Bite on that fact, Mr. Struve, before you unload your bile on me.”
The convict's heart sank. He felt it to be the truth. The last thing he had heard was Siegfried's threat to kill him.
Whether Fraser lived or died he was in a precarious position and he knew it.
“I know you're my friend, Jed,” he whined. “I'll do what you say. Stand by me and I'll sure work with you.”
“Then if you take my advice you'll sneak down to the corral, get your horse, and light out for the run. Lie there till I see you.”
“And Siegfried?”
“The Swede won't trouble you unless this Texan dies. I'll send you word in time if he does.”
Later a skulking shadow sneaked into the corral and out again. Once out of hearing, it leaped to the back of the horse and galloped wildly into the night.