"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 ?" Neither man moved, but the one below swung about so as to face them, one hand thrust out of sight beneath the tail of his long coat.
"Make him throw up his hands, Bob," he said sharply.
"Oh, I reckon thar ain't goin' ter be no trouble," returned the marshal genially, yet with no relaxation of attention.

"Keith knows me, an' expects a fair deal.

Still, maybe I better ask yer to unhitch yer belt, Jack." A moment Keith seemed to hesitate, plainly puzzled by the situation and endeavoring to see some way of escape; then his lips smiled, and he silently unhooked the belt, handing it over.
"Sure, I know you're square, Hicks," he said, coolly.

"And now I've unlimbered, kindly inform me what this is all about." "I reckon yer don't know." "No more than an unborn babe.