H'ware ye, Glendin ?" He held out his hand, but the deputy, shifting his position, seemed to overlook the grimy proffered palm.
"You fellows know that you're wanted by the law," he said, frowning on them.
A grim meaning rose in the vacuous eye of Lovel; Isaacs caressed his diamond pin, smiling in a sickly fashion; McNamara's wandering stare fixed and grew unhumanly bright; Ufert openly dropped his hand on his gun-butt and stood sullenly defiant.
"You know that you're wanted, and you know why," went on Glendin, "but I've decided to give you a chance to prove that you're white men and useful citizens.

Nash has already told you what we want.

It's work for seven men against one, but that one man is apt to give you all plenty to do.

If you are--successful"-- he stammered a little over the right word--"what you have done in the past will be forgotten.

Hold up your right hands and repeat after me." And they repeated the oath after him in a broken, drawling chorus, stumbling over the formal, legal phraseology.
He ended, and then: "Nash, you're in charge of the gang.