Then thet greaser rode up an' sent us here.

We're a long way from camp with no grub an' no blankets." "I won't keep you long," said Beasley.

"But even if I did you'd not mind--when I tell you this deal concerns Al Auchincloss--the man who made an outlaw of you!" Anson's sudden action then seemed a leap of his whole frame.

Wilson, likewise, bent forward eagerly.

Beasley glanced at the door--then began to whisper.
"Old Auchincloss is on his last legs.