But I made an appointment to meet Collins to-morrow."
"And you think he'll keep it?" scoffed Neil.
"I know he will."
"You seem to know a heap about him," was the significant retort.
"Take care, York."
"I'm not Hardman, cap. I say what I think.
"And you think?" suggested Leroy gently.
"I don't know what to think yet. You're either a fool or a
traitor. I ain't quite made up my mind. When I find out you'll
ce'tainly hear from me straight. Come on, boys." And Neil
vanished through the door.
An hour later there came a knock at Leroy's door. Neil answered
his permission to enter, followed by the other trio of flushed
beauties. To the outlaw chief it was at once apparent with what
Dutch courage they had been fortifying themselves to some
resolve. It was characteristic of him, though he knew on how
precarious a thread his life was hanging, that disgust at the
foul breaths with which they were polluting the atmosphere was
his first dominant emotion.
"I wish, Lieutenant Chaves, next time you emigrate you'd bring
another brand of poison out to the boys. I can't go this stuff.
Just remember that, will you?"
The outlaw chief's hard eye ran over the rebels and read them
like a primer They had come to depose him certainly, to kill him
perhaps.
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