"Say, I'd just like to know how I stand." Bob laughed that short hard
laugh which bears no trace of mirth. "You see, I can put you wise. I
can lead you right on to their camp so you can get 'em--while they're
sleeping, or any other old way. Oh, yes, I'm ready to play my part
right up to the limit. It don't matter a thing. I'm not just here to
tell you about things. I'm here to lead you to that camp, and take a
hand in the hanging when you get busy. You see, I'm a whole hogger.
But I want to know how things stand about that ten thousand dollar
reward. Do I get it? If I get shot up does my wife get it? And when
it's paid, do you shout about it? Does the gang down Orrville way need
to know who it was they forgot to hand the name of Judas to when he was
christened? I don't care a cuss on my own account. It's----"
But Dug McFarlane broke in upon the bitter raillery. He had no thought
for the man or his feelings, just for one moment it seemed to him that
some sort of miracle had happened. And his every thought and feeling
was absorbed in it.
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