"My idee is that ye don't need no flyin' machine anywhar except to
git away quick and what we want to know is what air ye goin' to take
with you when ye fly away?"
"Nothing that doesn't belong to us," answered Ned, "if that is what
you mean."
"Ye ain't, eh? I suppose ye don't know that thar's enough cow money
in our bank to be worth stealin'?"
Both Ned and Alan looked at each other astounded.
"You don't think we look like safe robbers, do you?" began Alan.
"Ye look just slick enough fur that and more," retorted the marshal
who had placed the candle on the table and roughly pulled Ned to his
feet. "But I didn't come here to argy. Ye began by vilatin' the
law and ye didn't come the way down here for no fun. Ef that ain't
yer game, and we don't put it above ye, what's yer lay?"
"There's only one answer," said Ned. "None of your business."
The marshal shoved Ned nearer the table.
"Mebbe ye want to apologize fur that little bluff of yers
yesterday--"
"No," said Ned, "but I'll accept yours."
Jellup's right hand was on his revolver.
"I ain't hyar to make no threats," he exclaimed, "and ye don't need
to be afeered that I'm going to shoot ye.
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