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"I'm afraid they've got us, Dan."
"Oh, I don't know; leastwise I ain't put up no white flag yet. You're
game fer a try at gettin' out o' yere, ain't yer, old man? I've sorter
been reckonin' on yer."
"I'll take any chance there is," returned Westcott heartily, staring
into the other's face. "Have you some plan?"
"Maybe 'tain't that exactly, but I've been doin' a powerful lot o'
thinkin' since you was asleep, Jim, an' I reckon we might beat these
fellers with a fair show o' luck. This is how I figure it out. Thar
won't be no attack; that's a cinch. Lacy knows we can shoot, an' he
also knows we're marooned yere without food. The easiest thing is ter
starve us out."
"But there are good men in this camp, law abiding men," interrupted the
miner. "What about them? Won't they take a hand?"
"Maybe they might if I was free ter get 'em together; but I ain't.
Most o' 'em are out in the mines anyway; they don't know which party is
right in this rumpus, an' they ain't got no leader. Lacy runs the
town, an' he's got a big gang o' toughs behind him.
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