"Who says that?" he demanded.
"I am mentioning no names at present, but the very fact that I know
these things ought to be sufficient. You better sit down, Lacy, before
you forget yourself and get hurt. If you imagine this gun isn't
loaded, a single step forward will test it. Sit down! I am not
through yet."
There was a quiet, earnest threat in the voice which Lacy understood,
the sort of threat which meant strict attention to business, and he
relaxed into his chair.
"I'll get you for this, Westcott," he muttered savagely, hate burning
in his eyes. "I haven't played my last cards--yet."
The miner smiled grimly, but with no relaxation of vigilance. He was
into it now, and proposed seeing it through.
"I have a few left myself," he returned soberly. "Your man Moore drove
south, taking the road leading into the Shoshone desert, and he had
another one of your gang with him. Then you, and two others, went back
into the hotel, using the outside stairs. I take it the two others
were Enright, here, and Ned Beaton."
He leaned forward, his face set like flint.
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