No matter what comes of
it, he's got to be arrested, don't he?"
"And shot down while 'resistin' arrest'? Steve, I'd hate to have you out
for me like this."
"But you won't listen to Drew?"
"Not this one time. But, Lord, man, I hate to face him if he's on the
warpath. Who'll you take with you?"
"Shorty, of course. He was Calamity Ben's pal. The rest will be--don't
laugh--Butch Conklin and his gang."
"Butch!"
"Hold yourself together. That's what I mean--Butch Conklin."
"After you dropped him the other night?"
"Self-defence, and he knows it. I can find Butch, and I can make him go
with me. Besides, he's out for Bard himself."
The deputy said with much meaning: "You can do a lot of queer things,
Nash."
"Forget it, Glendin."
"I will for a while. D'you really think I can let you take out Butch and
his gunmen ag'in' Bard? Why, they're ten times worse'n the tenderfoot."
"Maybe, but there's nothin' proved ag'in' 'em--nothin' but a bit of
cattle-liftin', maybe, and things like that. The point is, they're all
hard men, and with 'em along I can't help but get Bard.
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