"I got a wider range than marshal," rejoined Tex grimly and not for an instant relaxing his alertness. "Gus Williams said so when he ’pinted me; an’, besides, I got th’ very same authority out here as I have in town: twelve sections of th’ Colt statutes as made an’ pervided. Blascom has legally established his claim, drove his stakes, and done his work on it. When he comes he’ll p’int out his boundaries. Hold still, you two! Git ’em all, Sinful; don’t overlook nothin’, Hank! No use turnin’ this crick into a slaughter-pen." "I ain’t likely to overlook nothin’," replied Sinful, moving more rapidly, "though I’m shore bothered by these here cussed contraptions on my wrist. You’ll notice Hank unlocked _his_ end of ’em! D--d claim jumpers! A man’s rights ain’t safe no more these days. Hank an’ me shore would ’a’ planted some of this passel if they’d bothered us. How th’ devil did they find out about it, _I_ want to know?" "What you reckon yo’re goin’ to do with us all?" sneered a wrathy prospector, his hands slowly coming down toward a harmless belt. "I’ll tell you that after I see Blascom," answered the marshal, firing a shot into the ground. He ordered Sinful and Hank to pile the weapons at his feet, locked them together again and ordered them to get closer to the rest of the miners. The shot brought Blascom as rapidly as he could get there with a due regard to caution. Obeying Tex’s terse command he slid down the bank and went to him. "Shore yore claim takes in th’ ditch an’ th’ riffle?" asked Tex in a whisper. "Th’ new one does," answered Blascom. "I sent off th’ papers with Jerry, like you said, th’ day I got th’ dynamite." "Th’ old one any good?" "Not much; not much better’n day wages. ’Tain’t no good without water; but neither is th’ other, now." "This crowd is fooled by yore old sumps," explained Tex hurriedly. "If we drive ’em off they’ll be back ag’in, an’ mebby add yore murder to th’ rest of their crimes. I can’t stay here day an’ night; an’ if I could, they’d get us both after dark, or at long range in daylight. You got to let ’em stay. By tomorrow there’ll be twice as many. I’m scared some’ll come slippin’ up any minute an’ turn th’ tables on us. You let Sinful an’ Hank divide a quarter of th’ sand pannin’ between ’em--they’ll commit murder for half that, an’ you’ve got to have partners in case of a rush. Besides, rain’s due any day now, an’ you need ’em to beat it." "I hate like--" began Blascom stubbornly. "We all has to do things we hate!" cut in his companion. "You can’t do anythin’ else. If you can, tell me quick!"