There are two sides to every question. Let us, this once, prove both sides. Wholly oblivious to Griffith's lynx-eyed watchfulness and his leading questions, Mr. Long yet recognized the futility of an attempt to ride away on Mr. Griffith's horse with Mr. Griffith's benison. There we have the other point of view. "We'll have to send for grub anyway," pursued the sagacious Mr. Long. "I've only got a little left; and that old liar, Gwin, won't be out for four days--if he comes then. And--er--look here now--if I was you boys I'd let the sheriff and his posse smoke your badger out. They get paid to tend to that--and it looks to me like some one was going to get hurt. You've done enough." All this advice was so palpably sound that the doubter was, for the second, staggered--for a second only. This was the man he had seen in the prisoner's dock. He was morally sure of it. For all the difference of appearance, this was the man. Yet those blasts--the far-seen fire--the hearty welcome--this delivery of himself into their hands?... Griffith scarcely knew what he did think. He blamed himself for his unworthy suspicions; he blamed Gurdy more for having no suspicions at all. "Anything else?" he said. "That sounds good." Tobe studied for some time. "Well," he said at last, "there may be some way he can get out. I don't think he can--but he might find a way. He knows he's trapped; but likely he has no idea yet how many of us there are. So we know he'll try, and he won't be just climbing for fun. He'll take a chance." Steele broke in: "He didn't leave any rope on his saddle." Tobe nodded. "So he means to try it. Now here's five of us here. It seems to me that some one ought to ride round the mountain the first thing in the morning, and every day afterward--only here's hoping there won't be many of 'em--to look for tracks. There isn't one chance in a hundred he can climb out; but if he goes out of here afoot we've got him sure. The man on guard wants to keep in shelter. It's light to-night--there's no chance for him to slip out without being seen. You say the old watchman ain't dead yet, Mr. Griffith?" "No. The latest bulletin was that he was almost holding his own." "Hope he gets well," said Long. "Good old geezer! Now, cap, I've worked hard and you've ridden hard. Better set your guards and let the other two take a little snooze." Griffith was not proof against the insidious flattery of this unhesitant preference. He flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. "Well, if I'm to be captain, Gurd will take the first guard--till eleven. Then you come on till two, Mr. Long. I'll stand from then on till daylight."