CHAPTER EIGHTEENWade had little fear that Blue would make a break to escape by daylight. He would hide until after nightfall. Nor would Rand Blue ever come out to fight! Nevertheless, Wade sent Hal to the highest roof in Holbrook, there to watch, while he and his cowboys ranged about like hounds on the scent.
“Show me thet geezer who called us a half-breed outfit,” Kid Marshall kept calling out, as he prodded this and that pedestrian with his rifle.
“Where have you got ’em hid?” Hogue Kinsey demanded of all whom he met.
Wade beat locked doors with his rifle butt until they were opened.
“You may be honest,” he said, to merchants, clerks, bartenders, even to white-faced women. “Sure, we know most of you are honest. But if you won’t help you must permit us to find Rand Blue and his rustle
