"Certainly I see that. I'll resign from the Rangers, and then we'll all pull together for him, 'Mona."
"After you've pulled on the rope that hangs him," added Clint angrily. "Nothin' to that, 'Mona. He's for us or he's against us. Let him say which right now."
The girl nodded, white to the lips.
"Do you mean that you'll give me up unless I let Dinsmore escape before we reach town?" asked the young man.
"I ... I've got to save him as he did me. If you won't help, it's because you don't love me enough," she faltered.
"I can't," the boy cried.
"'Nough said," cut in Wadley. "You've got yore answer, 'Mona, an' he's got his."
Jack stiffened in the saddle. His hard eyes bored straight into those of his sweetheart. "Have I?" he asked of her.
The girl nodded and turned her head away with a weak, little gesture of despair. Her heart was bleeding woe.
The Ranger wheeled on his horse and galloped back to his place beside Dinsmore.