"You here, Val?" he cried in surprise.
"That's what. Any luck, Bucky?"
They went out and sat down on the big rocks back of the corral.
Here each told the other his story, with certain reservations.
Collins had just got back from Epitaph, where he had been to get
the fragments of paper which told the secret of the buried
treasure. He was expecting to set out in the early morning to
meet Leroy.
"I'll go with you," said Bucky immediately.
Val shook his head. "No, I'm to go alone. That's the agreement."
"Of course if that's the agreement." Nevertheless, the ranger
formed a private intention not to be far from the scene of
action.
CHAPTER 21. THE WOLF PACK
"Good evening, gentlemen. Hope I don't intrude on the
festivities."
Leroy smiled down ironically on the four flushed, startled faces
that looked up at him. Suspicion was alive in every rustle of the
men's clothes. It breathed from the lowering countenances. It
itched at the fingers longing for the trigger. The unending
terror of a bandit's life is that no man trusts his fellow. Hence
one betrays another for fear of betrayal, or stabs him in the
back to avoid it.
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