Hale had his requisition now.
"Ain't no trouble ketchin' Rufe, if you bait him with a woman," he
snarled. "There mought be several Tollivers in thar. Wait till
daybreak and git the drap on him, when he comes out." And then he
disappeared.
Surrounding the cabin, Hale waited, and on top of the mountain,
above Lonesome Cove, the Red Fox sat waiting and watching through
his big telescope. Through it he saw Bad Rufe step outside the
door at daybreak and stretch his arms with a yawn, and he saw
three men spring with levelled Winchesters from behind a clump of
bushes. The woman shot from the door behind Rufe with a pistol in
each hand, but Rufe kept his hands in the air and turned his head
to the woman who lowered the half-raised weapons slowly. When he
saw the cavalcade start for the county seat with Rufe manacled in
the midst of them, he dropped swiftly down into Lonesome Cove to
tell Judd that Rufe was a prisoner and to retake him on the way to
jail. And, as the Red Fox well knew would happen, old Judd and
young Dave and two other Tollivers who were at the cabin galloped
into the county seat to find Rufe in jail, and that jail guarded
by seven grim young men armed with Winchesters and shot-guns.
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