"How far is the Mimbres Pass from here, and in what direction?"
The younger man looked at him in surprise. "A dozen miles, I reckon. See that cleft over there? That's the Mimbres."
His friend drew rein and looked with level eyes at him.
"Phil, it's come to a show-down! Are you for Brill Healy or are you for me?"
"I'm through with Brill."
"Dead sure of that?"
"Dead sure. Why?"
"Because you've got to make your choice to-night whether you're going to stand with honest men or thieves. Healy's gang is rustling a bunch of cows gathered at the round-up. They're heading for Mimbres Pass. I'm going to stop them if I can."
"I'm with you, Larry."
"Good! I was sure of you, Phil."