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Kirby did not scowl, he did not even touch the little man. But as one drawling word was joined to the next, Simmy held his body tighter against the wall, as if to escape by pushing. "I ain't done nothin'!" he cried. "That's what I said, little man. You ain't done nothin'. But you're goin' to do somethin'--talk!" Simmy's pale tongue swept across working lips. "What ... you want--wantta ... know?" he stuttered. "You expectin' to meet some friends heah?" "Th' rest o' the boys an' th' cap'n; they may be ketchin' up." "How many 'boys'?" Simmy's tongue tripped again. He swallowed. Drew thought he was trying to produce a crumb of defiance. Kirby reached out, selecting Hatch's bowie knife from the cache of captured weapons. He weighed it across the palm of his hand as if trying its balance and then, with deceptive ease, flipped it. The point thudded into the wall scant inches away from Simmy's right ear, and the little man's head bobbed down so that his nose hit one of his hunched-up knees. "How many 'boys'?" Kirby repeated. "Depends...." "On what?" "On how good th' raidin' is. After a fight thar's always some pickin's." Drew was suddenly sick. What Simmy hinted at was the vulture work among the dead and the wounded too enfeebled to protect themselves from being plundered. He saw Kirby's lips set into a thin line. "Kinda throw a wide rope, don't you, little man? How many 'boys'?" "Maybe five ... six...." "An' this heah cap'n?" "He tells us wheah thar's good pickin's." For a moment the man produced a spark of spite. "He's a Reb, like you----" "Have you used this place before?" Drew broke in. If this were either a regular or temporary rendezvous for this jackal pack, the quicker they were away, the better. "No, the cap'n said to meet here tonight." "I don't suppose he said _when_?" Kirby's question was answered by a shake of Simmy's unkempt head. Boyd suddenly moved in his cocoon of blankets, struggling to sit up, and Drew went to him. He was coughing again with a strangling fight for breath which was frightening to watch. Drew steadied him until the attack was over and he lay in the other's arms, gasping. The liquid in the pot on the fire was cooked by now. Perhaps if Boyd had some of that in him.... But dared they stay here? Kirby squatted back on his heels as Drew settled Boyd on his blankets and went to unhook the pot. Then the Texan supported the younger boy as Drew ladled
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