“Boys, thar’s grit in Red Crest,” said the Vigilante, captain as he sent a smile among his impatient men. “He hesn’t got a spark of betrayal in him.”
The Indian, who had not removed his eyes from Maverick Joe for a second, made a sign for him to proceed.
“I propose that the boy take command of the Vigilantes of Custer--that we swear to follow whar he leads--that we stand by him through thick and thin, and let him hang when he wants to. That’s the ticket that Maverick puts into the box. Boys, I want Cut-throat cleaned out. When the Mining Commission comes hyar to report on our wealth, I want ’em to ride through that grand old canyon and never feel any o’ them infernal strings around their silken necks. Thar’s Cut-throat, boys, the glory of Colorado--it’s a real canyon of the gods, and I say, put the boy at the head of the Vigilantes of Custer, and change its name to Paradise Gap, or something else that don’t suggest wiping out!”
The men with a wild shout of approval on their lips could hardly wait until Maverick Joe concluded, but when he clinched the sentence by a mighty sweep of his arm, a cheer rose that fairly shook the building.
For a moment the boy leader’s keen eyes swept the score of bronzed faces before him. Then he stepped forward.
“To saddle!” he said, in a voice of command. “The Thugs of Cut-throat are desperate as starving wolves. Let every man remember this. They may not be death with their strings in every instance, but with the rifle and the revolver they never miss. So, avengers of Colorado, I grant you five minutes for good-byes to wives and sweethearts.”
“I don’t think thar’s a chap hyar who owns any such property!” cried Maverick Joe; “least-wise, thar’r’ only sixty women in Custer, an’ they b’long to luckier fellars. No kissing when we go to battle, captain.”
With wild eyes, flashing with triumph, Jack Drivewell sat once more on his horse, his haggard face turned toward Cut-throat.
He did not look like a sane man; there was the unmistakable make-up of the lunatic about him.
He sat there statue-like and stern until a sound startled him, and made his eyes flash.
Quick as a flash of lightning he drew his revolvers and leaned forward.
But the next instant he started back and hugged the canyon wall. In that position he sat and held his breath while Captain Harry and his Vigilantes rode past entirely unconscious of his presence.