"My own private hunch, though,
is that Judge Lynch will invite them to a little necktie party. They've
lived a heap sight too long already, and there won't be much formality
wasted on them.
"You boys sure have the nerve," he went on. "You got away with it all
right, but you took an awful chance."
"Yes," quoted Dick:
'An inch to the left or an inch to the right,
And we wouldn't be maundering here to-night.'"
"Those born to be hung will never be shot," laughed Tom. "I guess that
explains our escape so far."
"It beats the Dutch the faculty you fellows have of getting into scrapes
and out again," commented Melton. "I believe you'd smell a scrap a mile
away. You'd rather fight than eat."
"You won't think so when you see what we'll do to that supper of yours
to-night," retorted Tom. "Gee, but this air does give you an appetite."
"The one thing above all others that Tom doesn't need," chaffed Dick.
"But he's right, just the same. The way I feel I could make a wolf look
like thirty cents."
"You can't scare me with that kind of talk," challenged Melton.
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