" He threw back his coat and exhibited his star. "Yer
see, I ain't just talkin' ter yer as Dan Brennan--I'm the law."
The boy, for he was scarcely more than that in years, shuffled his feet
uneasily, and his eyes wandered from Brennan to Westcott. The look of
sullen defiance had vanished.
"Whar is Lacy?" he asked.
"Back in town, but he will be at Badger Springs about dark. We've got
him corralled this time. Yer better climb inter the band-wagon, son;
it's the last call."
"Wotcher wanter ask?"
"Who was with you the out-trip, along with Miss Donovan?"
"Joe Sikes."
"And yer left him back there, guarding the girl?"
"He stayed; them was the orders, while I was to bring back the team;
but I reckon he won't need to do no guardin' to speak of, fer we run
inter a bunch o' fellows."
"Mendez's outfit?"
"You got the right dope, marshal, so I reckon I ain't spillin' no
beans. It was the Mex all right, an' some o' his bunch."
"And Lacy didn't know they were there?"
"I reckon not; leastways he never said so, an' they'd only come a few
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