"You want to get out of here, I'll make like I'm sick. When that old
fool comes in, Bucky and me will grab him and get his keys. We'll give
'em to you and you can beat it."
"What about you?"
"Ha!" Ike scoffed. "They can't do much more to us than they're already
going to do!"
"Thanks just the same, but we'd better not."
"You like this hole?"
"No, but there must be a better way."
"There's none quicker."
"I know. Thanks anyway. Why don't you two get out?"
"We don't das't," Ike mourned. "How'd we know, when we got Bill
Wheeler's chickens, that Bill'd call his seven brothers in? They're
asettin' round the town, just waitin' for me and Bucky to break loose,
and every one of 'em with a rifle. When Bucky and me go out of Cressman,
we got to go with officers."