You fellows have gone off half-cocked--a mob
generally does. Both Miss Spencer and Mr. Wynkoop state positively
that they saw the real murderer of Red Slavin, and it was not Bob
Hampton."
The men were impressed by his evident earnestness, his unquestioned
courage. Colton laughed sneeringly, but Brant gave him no heed beyond
a quick, warning glance. Several voices spoke almost at once.
"Is that right?"
"Oh, say, I saw the fellow with his hand on the knife."
"After we git the chap, we 'll give them people a chance to tell what
they know."
Brant's keenly attentive ears heard the far-off chug of numerous
horses' feet.
"I rather think you will," he said, confidently, his voice ringing out
with sudden authority.
He stepped back, lifted a silver whistle to his lips, and sounded one
sharp, clear note. There was a growing thunder of hoofs, a quick,
manly cheer, a crashing through the underbrush, and a squad of eager
troopers, half-dressed but with faces glowing in anticipation of
trouble, came galloping up the slope, swinging out into line as they
advanced, their carbines gleaming in the sunlight.
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