"I thought you were friends of mine," disgustedly.
"We are," Sam hastened to assure him. "If we weren't we'd have called in the sheriff long ago."
"What's the sheriff got to do with it?"
"He's got a warrant for your arrest—for assault and battery, malicious mischief, and assault with intent to kill. Besides, the folks hereabout have got it in for you. I wouldn't be surprised if they hang you—give 'em half a chance."
"I know they would, damn 'em, but as long as they don't see me they can't lynch me, and they ain't likely to see me here in your house, Felix. But I don't like the idea of that warrant."
"I suppose not," said Felix. "A warrant follows you all over while a necktie party generally stays close to home. And no matter what the present sheriff does, I got an idea Bill won't forget that warrant any after he takes office— Yeah, I know, cuss him out by all means, but after all, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I didn't think he'd swear out a warrant," said Jack.
Felix tendered his mite. "There's a reward offered, too."
A warrant was bad enough, but a reward! Many people would be on the lookout to earn such easy money.
Jack Murray felt an odd and sinking sensation in the region of his stomach. "How much is it?"