What's left ov his body is in thet cabin yonder, so full o'
buckshot it ought ter weigh a ton."
"Dead?"
"As a door nail, if yer ask me. It was some nice ov yer ter come
ridin' long here ter-night, Lacy. It sorter helps me ter make a good,
decent clean-up ov this whole measly outfit. I reckon I'll stow yer
away, along with them others. Mosey up them steps there, an' don't
take no chances lookin' back."
"I'll get you for this, Brennan."
"Not if the Circuit Court ain't gone out o' business, you won't. I've
got yer cinched an' hog tied--here now; get in thar."
He opened the door just wide enough for Lacy to pass, holding it with
one hand, his revolver ready and eager in the other.
A single lamp lit the room dingily, revealing the Mexicans bunched on
the farther side, a number of them lying down. Moore sat on a stool
beside the door, a rifle in the hollow of his arm. He rose up as the
door opened, and grinned at sight of Lacy's face.
"Well, I'll be dinged," he said. "What have we got here?"
Brennan thrust his new prisoner forward.
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