"
"That's the truth," admitted Westerfelt. "I had been warned that it
would be dangerous for me to go about in the mountains alone. I heard
the men talking, and stopped to find out who they were. I did not want
to run into an ambush. As soon as I found out who they were I spoke to
them and passed."
"At the stable, though, young man," reminded the leader--"at the
stable, when the bluecoats fetched the prisoners an' the plunder in,
they told you that they'd found them right whar you said they wus."
"You bet he did. What's the use a-jabberin' any longer?" The voice
was unmistakably Wambush's, and his angry tones seemed to fire the
impatience of the others. Westerfelt started to speak, but his words
were drowned in a tumult of voices.
"Go ahead!" cried several.
"Go ahead! Are you gwine to hold a court an' try 'im by law?" asked
Wambush, hotly. "I 'lowed that point was done settled."
Westerfelt calmly folded his arms. "I've no more to say. I see I'm
not going to be heard. You are a gang of cold-blooded murderers."
The words seemed to anger the leader.
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