“Africa,” replied Gulden.
“Say, Gul, you've been around some,” said Red Pearce, admiringly. “What was the Royal Legion?”
“Nothing but a lot of devils from all over. The border there was the last place. Every criminal was safe from pursuit.”
“What'd you do?”
“Fought among ourselves. Wasn't many in the Legion when I left.”
“Shore thet ain't strange!” exclaimed Wood, significantly. But his inference was lost upon Gulden.
“I won't allow fighting in my Legion,” said Kells, coolly. “I'll pick this band myself.”
“Thet's the secret,” rejoined Wood. “The right fellers. I've been in all kinds of bands. Why, I even was a vigilante in '51.”
This elicited a laugh from his fellows, except the wooden-faced Gulden.
“How many do we want?” asked Red Pearce.