"
"You won't never have to do that. What's the idea, Moore?"
"Oh, I was just thinkin'," he answered, still uncertain. "She's a good
fellow, all right, an' I wouldn't mind givin' her a hand myself,
pervidin' you men do the square thing. If I show yer a way, what is
thar in it fer me?"
Brennan stiffened, his features expressing nothing.
"What do yer mean? I'm an officer o' the law?"
"I know it; I ain't asking yer ter make no promise. But yer word will
go a hell ov a ways if this ever gets in court.
"If I help yer I've got ter be protected frum Bill Lacy. He'd kill me
as quick as he'd look at me. Then I'd want yer ter tell the judge how
it all happened. If yer got the cards stacked, an' I reckon yer have,
I ain't big enough fool to try an' play no hand against 'em. But I
want ter know what's goin' ter happen ter me. You don't need ter
promise nuthin'; only say yer'll give me a show. I know ye're square,
Dan Brennan, an' whatever yer say goes."
The marshal stuck out his hand.
"That's the gospel truth, Matt," he said gravely, "an' I'm with yer
till the cows come home.
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