"Hiding here---with the officers looking for you?"
"Well, what could be a safer place than right where we're wanted?"
demanded Dolph. "The officers are scouring other counties for
us, and they have handbills up offering rewards for us. Right
here, overlooking your claim, they'd never think of looking for
men who have a price set on their capture."
"Well, you needn't be afraid of me," offered Reade, with mock
generosity. "I'm short of money, but I'm not looking for blood
money. You had better travel fast from here. I'll give you until
daylight before I send word to the law's officers."
"Daylight? You'll never see daylight again," Gage retorted.
"You will be lying here, looking up at the stars, but you won't
see anything!"
"Your words have a mysterious ring to them," laughed Tom.
He wasn't in any doubt as to what the rascals meant to do with
him. It was a rule with Tom Reade, however, that he wasn't dead
until he had actually been killed. Even while he spoke so lightly,
Tom, through his half-closed eyes, was taking in every detail
of the situation.
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