CHAPTER XXIII.
AT BAY.
Capt.

Asbury drew a cigar from his pocket and lit it, first offering one to each of his companions.

He puffed in silence for a minute or two, evidently absorbed in thought.

He was a veteran of the civil war, and had learned to be cool in dangerous crises.
"Hawkridge," he remarked, removing his cigar, "you are right in the main, although not wholly so." "I await correction." "Doubtless it is all true what you say about the festive rustlers roaming up and down the land seeking whom they may devour, but you forget that, leaving out the quarter of a hundred from the Lone Star State, there are also other bands of stockmen abroad.

Now, if we could effect a junction with one or two of those companies, why, you'll admit, the aspect of affairs will be changed." "Unquestionably; but consider how slight the chance--" "On the contrary, I think the prospect is good.