"We kin do more than growl. We've got sharp teeth, too, ez you ought to
know," said Tom Ross, the man of few words.
"I'll admit that you have had some successes in the past," said Wyatt,
smiling maliciously, "but your time is done. We are the victors, and
you'll never get out of this."
The four as if by common consent turned their backs upon him and did not
utter another word. The renegade understood the contempt expressed by
those four silent backs, and the willful flush broke through the tan of
his face. He had never hated them more bitterly.
"Come you, Henry Ware," he said roughly, "Captain Alvarez wishes to ask
you some questions."
"I wouldn't go, Henry," said Long Jim. "I wouldn't hev a word to say to
that Spaniard or to this white Injun either."
"He will go, whether willingly or unwillingly," said Braxton Wyatt. "I've
men enough here to drag him."
"I will go willingly, Jim," said Henry addressing himself to his comrade
rather than to the renegade. "It cannot do any harm, and it may help."
"Yes, it is wiser," said Paul.
"So long, boys," said Henry. "I'll be back pretty soon."
He stepped out, calmly ignoring the existence of Braxton Wyatt, and placed
himself in the center of the little group of soldiers.
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