We want him."
"Do you know who the feller is?" asked old Judd calmly.
"No," said Hale quickly. And then, with equal calm:
"Hit was my brother," and the old man's mouth closed like a vise.
Had the last word been a stone striking his ear, Hale could hardly
have been more stunned. Again he called and almost gently:
"Watch the rear, there," and then gently he turned to Devil Judd.
"Judd, your brother shot a man at the Gap--without excuse or
warning. He was an officer and a friend of mine, but if he were a
stranger--we want him just the same. Is he here?"
Judd looked at the red-headed man behind Hale.
"So you're turned on the Falin side now, have ye?" he said
contemptuously.
"Is he here?" repeated Hale.
"Yes, an' you can't have him." Without a move toward his pistol
Hale stepped forward, and June saw her father's big right hand
tighten on his huge pistol, and with a low cry she sprang to her
feet.
"I'm an officer of the law," Hale said, "stand aside, Judd!" Bub
leaped to the door with a Winchester--his eyes wild and his face
white.
"Watch out, men!" Hale called, and as the men raised their guns
there was a shriek inside the cabin and June stood at Bub's side,
barefooted, her hair tumbled about her shoulders, and her hand
clutching the little cross at her throat.
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