Scarcely a night passed that his low growl of warning did not bring Jolly Roger out of his slumber, a hand on his gun, and his eyes and ears wide open.
Whether he would have used the gun had the red-coated police suddenly appeared, McKay had not quite assured himself.

Day after day the same old fight went on within him.

He analyzed his situation from every point of view, and always--no matter how he went about it--eventually found himself face to face with the same definite fact.

If the law succeeded in catching Him it would not trouble itself to punish him for stealing back the Treaty Money, or for holding up Government mails, or for any of his other misdemeanors.

It would hang him for the murder of Jed Hawkins.
And the minions of the law would laugh at the truth, even if he told it--which he never would.