then come ter me ter straighten it out in the mawnin'. When did ye git
in?"

"An hour ago; had to wake the 'chink' up to get any chuck. Town looks
dead."

"Tain't over lively at this time o' day," permitting his blue eyes to
wander up the silent street, but instantly bringing them back to Keith's
face, "but I reckon it'll wake up later on."

He stood squarely on both feet, and one hand rested on the butt of a
revolver. Keith noticed this, wondering vaguely.

"I reckon yer know, Jack, as how I ginerally git what I goes after," said
the slow, drawling voice, "an' that I draw 'bout as quick as any o' the
boys. They tell me yo're a gun-fighter, but it won't do ye no good ter
make a play yere, fer one o' us is sure to git yer--do yer sabe?"

"Get me?" Keith's voice and face expressed astonishment, but not a muscle
of his body moved. "What do you mean, Bob--are you fellows after me?"

"Sure thing; got the warrant here," and he tapped the breast of his shirt
with his left hand.

The color mounted into the cheeks of the other, his lips grew set and
white, and his gray eyes darkened.

"Let it all out, Marshal," he said sternly, "you've got me roped and tied.
Now what's the charge?"