intend to get Captain Grady out, even if we have to fight him."
"Good fer ye!" shouted Jack Blowfen. "Thet's the way ter talk. I'm right hyer ter help ye. I love grit, I do!" and he held out his big brown hand to Paul as if to bind a bargain.
"I'll certainly help ye, too," said Dottery. "Ye have done a good turn this night which I m not likely to forgit in a hurry."
"This colored man told us about our uncle and Captain Grady of his own free will," said Paul. "So, if you can be a little easy on him on that account I wish you would be."
"Stealin hosses ain't no light crime " growled Dottery.
"An' it don't improve a man's reputation to become a sneak," added Jack Blowfen.
Yet, after some talk, it was agreed to hold Jeff Jones merely as a prisoner for the present, instead of carrying him to the nearest camp to be turned over to the vigilance committee.
It was now so near morning that to think of retiring was out of the question. The men began to smoke, and Blowfen stirred about getting breakfast. At six o clock they dined.
