“Snake, lemme take the girl back to Pine,” said Jim Wilson.
Anson swore his amaze.
“It's sense,” continued Wilson. “We've shore got our own troubles, an' keepin' her 'll only add to them. I've a hunch. Now you know I ain't often givin' to buckin' your say-so. But this deal ain't tastin' good to me. Thet girl ought to be sent home.”
“But mebbe there's somethin' in it for us. Her sister 'd pay to git her back.”
“Wal, I shore hope you'll recollect I offered—thet's all,” concluded Wilson.
“Jim, if we wanted to git rid of her we'd let Riggs take her off,” remonstrated the outlaw leader. He was perturbed and undecided. Wilson worried him.
The long Texan veered around full faced. What subtle transformation in him!
“Like hell we would!” he said.
It could not have been the tone that caused Anson to quail. He might have been leader here, but he was not the greater man. His face clouded.
“Break camp,” he ordered.