"If Bud hadn't put you out we'd have come closer to licking this bunch.
Ken, keep your eye on Greaser. He's treacherous. His arm's lame yet."
"We've had two run-ins already," I said. "The third time is the worst, they
say. I hope it won't come. . . . But, Dick, I'm as big--I'm bigger than he
is."
"Hear the kid talk! I certainly ought to have put you on that train--"
"What train?" asked Stockton, sharply, from our rear. He took us in with
suspicious eyes.
"I was telling Ken I ought to have put him on a train for home," answered
Dick.
Stockton let the remark pass without further comment; still, he appeared to
be doing some hard thinking. He put Dick at one end of the long cave, me at
the other. Our bedding was unpacked and placed at our disposal. We made our
beds. After that I kept my eyes open and did not miss anything.
"Leslie, I'm going to treat you and Ward white," said Stockton. "You'll
have good grub. Herky-Jerky's the best cook this side of Holston, and
you'll be left untied in the daytime. But if either of you attempts to get
away it means a leg shot off. Do you get that?"
"All right, Stockton; that's pretty square of you, considering," replied
Dick. "You're a decent sort of chap to be mixed up with a thief like Buell.
I'm sorry."
Stockton turned away at this rather abruptly.
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