"Oh, so you call Gilroy captain now?"
"We do."
"How many men is he captain of?"
"About thirty, if you're anxious to know."
"Thirty! There are not that number of desperadoes within three hundred miles of this place."
"All right, if you know better than I do."
"Has the captain gone off for the rest of my party?"
"Perhaps he has."
"It won't do him any good to make them prisoners."
"I reckon he knows his own business best, Captain Moore."
"And what will you get out of this affair, Potts?"
"Me? I'll get my share when we make another haul."
"Do you expect to make another haul soon?"
"As I said afore, better ask the captain. We're organized into a regular company now, and all the privates like me have to do is to obey orders. You know how it is in the regular army."
"A company of desperadoes," mused Captain Moore. "That's something we haven't had out here in years."
Potts would talk no more after this, but sat
