“Because, Miss Mackenzie, the money we took from the express car of the Limited is hidden here, and I don’t know where it is; because the sun won’t ever rise on a day when Val Collins will drive me out of Arizona.”
“I don’t know what you mean about the money, but you must let him go. You spoke of a service I had done you. This is my pay.”
“To turn him loose to hunt us down?”
“He’ll not trouble you if you let him go.”
A sardonic smile touched his face. “A lot you know of him. He thinks it his duty to rid the earth of vermin like us. He’d never let up till he got us or we got him. Well, we’ve got him now, good and plenty. He took his chances, didn’t he? It isn’t as if he didn’t know what he was up against. He’ll tell you himself it’s a square deal. He’s game, and he won’t squeal because we win and he has to pay forfeit.”
The girl wrung her hands despairingly.
“It’s his life or mine—and not only mine, but my men’s,” continued the outlaw. “Would you turn a wolf loose from your sheep pen to lead the pack to the kill?”
“But if he were to promise—”
“We’re not talking about the ordinary man—he’d promise anything and lie to-morrow. But Sheriff Collins won’t do it. If you think you can twist a promise out of him not to take advantage of what he has found out you’re guessing wrong. When you think he’s a quitter, just look at that cork hand of his, and remember how come he to get it. He’ll take his medicine proper, but he’ll never crawl.”
“There must be some way,” she cried desperately,