"Both," the sheriff replied shortly. He seemed to be pondering something, then he threw himself in a chair opposite the ex-Ranger. "Seein' you're on the list marked for slaughter, I figure you got a right to know," he began. "Right after this Jim Anson turned up I knowed he was Jim-twin Allen. Toothpick comes here the first night and tells me about it. Allen tells me to trust no one but Dutchy and Snippets. He says Toothpick is all right but talks too much. He left here now just a minute before you got here. He tells me he don't know where they got the judge's cows and not to bother to meet him to-morrow. He sends Toothpick ridin' off somewhere, then he goes out hisself, and he don't tell me one dang thing he's doin'," the sheriff cried in disgust. "Does he know who the Lava Gang is?" Sam Hogg asked eagerly. "Yeah, but he only tol' me a couple. The Toad and his killers, the Yuma Kid, and Baldy Flynn; then there's that greaser Pedro, who bought Pete Cable's _cantina_." "The Toad! Let's go get him!" The little cattleman yanked out his Colt and whirled the cylinder. His eyes were snapping with excitement. The sheriff shook his head. "We got to wait until we line up the rest--we got to catch the big boss." "Well, I don't like this slaughter list," Sam Hogg complained. "I guess the Toad's behind it. Me and you is on it, the judge, Dutchy, Toothpick, your brother, an' Tim Lynch. Doc Robinson was, and they got him. The Lava Gang figures if they downs us they can elect a new sheriff and judge and run things to suit themselves. Allen went to the judge's to-night deliberate, to sorta let them know he was onto them. He figures they'll get nervous and give themselves away. I got to raise about twenty men right quick and keep 'em handy," the sheriff concluded. "Leave that to me. I got about thirty of the best boys along the border out at the Frying Pan what's just spoiling for a fight," Sam Hogg said with enthusiasm. "They'll do fine," the sheriff agreed. The ex-Ranger thought for a moment. "The Wolf goes to the judge's deliberate! Then he figures some one what was there to-night is playing with the Lava Gang?" "Yeah," the sheriff muttered miserably. "Yuh mean Ace Cutts!" The sheriff nodded. "Why, the judge brought him up, the dirty coyote!" The cattleman was bristling with anger. "An' he tips off the Toad to have Allen killed." "He's a bad one," Tom Powers said heavily. "I'm goin' to hunt up 'Big Dick,' my foreman, and have him tip off the boys to stay sober," the ranchman cried, starting for the door. The sheriff stopped him. "You better go out the back way." At this reminder that he was on the "slaughter list," Sam Hogg smiled grimly.