“I’ll not do it.” She reflected a moment, thinking out the situation. “If you can reach the foothills you’ll have a chance.”
He grinned, wolfishly. “I’ll reach ’em. You can gamble on that, if I have to drop a coupla guys like I did this mornin’.”
That was just the trouble. If any one interfered with him, or even recognized him, he would shoot instantly. He would be a deadly menace until he was out of Bear Cat.
“I’ll go with you,” June said impulsively.
“Go with me?” he repeated.
“Across the park. If they see me with you, nobody’ll pay any attention to you. Pull your hat down over your eyes.”
He did as she told him.
“Better leave your guns here. If anyone sees them—”
“Nothin’ doing. My guns go right with me. What are you trying to pull off?” He shot a lowering, suspicious look at her.
“Keep them under your coat, then. We don’t want folks looking at us too curiously. We’ll stroll along as if we were interested in our talk. When we meet any one, if we do, you can look down at me. That’ll hide your face.”