"If they are armed--well."
"And you will accompany us? asked Gordon of Nestor.
"I shall remain here and look after my friends" was the reply.
"After all, one may be able to accomplish more than half a dozen.
Get the prisoners over the border before the shooting begins,
and I will find the lost boys."
When the secret service men turned down the slope, Nestor moved toward the summit.
CHAPTER XVI.
WOLVES ON THE MOUNTAIN.
"And so you are George Fremont, the scoundrel wanted by the
police of New York City for attempted murder and robbery--the
rascal for whose capture there is a reward of $10,000 offered!"
As the renegade repeated the accusation, his eyes flashed
malignantly. Fremont listened silently, apparently unmoved
by the vilifying words.
A moment's reflection convinced Jimmie--still observing the
group from the shelter of his rocky hiding place--that the
arrival of the messenger had slightly improved the situation
so far as the interests of his friends were concerned. The
critical moment had for the present passed or been delayed,
and the prisoner was no longer threatened with immediate death.
Jimmie, too, had been temporarily relieved of the responsibility
of the act he had decided upon--the shooting of the renegade if
he lifted an arm to signal the murder of the prisoner.
Still, Fremont was yet in the power of the renegade, and might soon
be, through the latter's malice and greed, in the hands of the
Mexican police and on his way back to the Tombs unless something
was done immediately.
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