You've got the diagram an' I want it.
I'm goin' to get it if I have to kill you to get it! Understand! "You've got no chance," he sneered, as she looked around the room furtively, hopelessly.

"We framed up a murder charge on Calumet and we've been in the timber since dark waitin' for the sheriff to come an' get him.

We saw him hit the breeze toward the Arrow, an' we saw the sheriff go after him.

Neither of them can be back here for hours yet, an' when they do get back I'll have done what I've set out to do." He laughed again, harshly, triumphantly.

"Dade an' Malcolm bothered me a bit until I thought of sendin' Harvey Miller here with that fairy tale about the forty beeves bogged down in Double Fork, but I reckon now--" She gasped, comprehending the trap he had set for her, and his grip on her hands tightened.
"Dade an' Malcolm can't get back for an hour yet," he gloated, "an' by that time we'll be miles away." His voice changed from mockery to savage determination.