"I'm going down that slope to the north," said Vic, "and I'll get by 'em
hell-bent-for-election. Once I show my heels to that lot they're done!"
He talked as much to restore his courage as from, confidence, for if the
posse sighted him going down that slope on the gray it would take a
super-horseman and a super-horse to escape before they closed the gap.
Barry considered the situation with a new gleam in his eye.
"Wait a minute," he said, as Vic started towards the corral. "That way you
got planned is a good way--to die. You listen to me."
But here Kate broke in on them. "Dan, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take the gray and go down the slope. I'm going to lead 'em
off Vic's trail," said Barry quietly, but it seemed to Vic that he avoided
his wife's eye.
The voice of Betty Neal, Vic knew, would have risen shrill at a time like
this. Kate spoke even more low than usual, but there was a thing in her
voice that struck a tremor through Gregg. "If it's death for him, what is
it for you?"
"Nothing at all. If they see me and head for me before the way's clear,
I'll let 'em come up and see they have the wrong man.
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