"And--has got away?
Good God! man, where has he gone?
After the sheriff ?" Lacy stared at him through the darkness, and burst into a roar of unrestrained laughter.
"Who?
Jim Westcott?
The sheriff?
Well, hardly at this stage of the game.

That's your way down East, no doubt, but out in this country the style is different.

No, sir; Westcott isn't after any sheriff.

In the first place he hasn't any evidence.

He knows a thing or two, but he can't prove it; and if we move faster than he does we'll block his game--see ?" "What do you mean ?" Lacy leaned forward, and hissed his answer into Enright's ear.
"Put Cavendish where he can't get at him.