If they were going to leave
without fighting their way out there was no time to lose.
Ten minutes slowly ticked away.
He glanced at his watch. "Five minutes after four. I wish I had
gone with Mac. He may have been recognized."
But even as the thought flitted through his mind, the
semi-darkness opened to let a figure out of it.
"All quiet along the Potomac, seh?" asked the foreman's blithe
voice. "Good. I found the boys and got them started." He flung
down a Mexican vaquero's gaily trimmed costume.
"Get into these, seh. Denver shucked them for me. That coyote
must have noticed what we wore before he slid out. Y'u can bet
the orders are to watch for us as we were dressed then."
"What are y u going to do?"
"Me? I'm scheduled to be Aaron Burr, seh. Missou swaps with me
when he gets back here. They're going to rustle us some white
men's clothes, too, but we cayn't wear them till we get out of
town on account of showing our handsome faces."
"What about horses?"
"Denver is rustling some for us. Y'u better be scribbling your
billy-doo to the girl y'u leave behind y'u, seh."
"Haven't y'u got one to scribble?" Bannister retorted. "Seems to
me y'u better get busy, too.
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