An' he'll do it! Bah! This country is goin' plumb to hell.

Any country will, when there's too much law hangin' around loose!" He scowled and looked hard at Lawler.

"We'll hold 'em at Willets, all right an' regular, until you give us the word to hit the Tom Long trail.
But while you're gone I'm gettin' ready to travel--for there won't be any cars, Lawler, an' don't you forget it!" Lawler said nothing in reply to Blackburn's vitriolic speech.

So unperturbed did he seem that Blackburn remarked to one of the men--after Lawler wrapped himself in a blanket and stretched out near the fire--that, "the more Lawler's got on his mind the less he talks." Long before dawn Lawler saddled up and departed.

When Blackburn awoke and rubbed his eyes, he cast an eloquent glance at the spot where Lawler had lain, grinned crookedly and remarked to the world at large: "Anyway, we're backin' his play to the limit--an' don't you forget it!" Lawler left Red King at the stable from which, the day before, Gary Warden had ridden on his way to the Hamlin cabin; and when the west-bound train steamed in he got aboard, waving a hand to the friends who, the day before in the Willets Hotel had selected him as their spokesman.
It was afternoon when Lawler stepped from the train in the capital.