"I haven't seen him. He left word where to find you."
"Beat it somewhere, I suppose," Glass commented. "He fooled us up in great style, I'll say that much. At first he acted about the way you'd expect a country kid to act—scared to death. He wanted to change his overalls for pants before we took him anywhere. Said they were hanging up in here. We fell for it. We came in, and there was a pair of pants hanging on a nail. He walked over to them, and the next thing we knew he had a gun on us. I hope I know when a man means business—and he did. He had half a notion to shoot anyway."
"That's right," Pugh confirmed. "He's one of them kids that makes gunmen. No bluff. I know the kind."
"So when he told me to tie Pugh I did it," Glass continued. "Then he dropped a loop over me, and that's all there is to tell. The joke's on us just now."
"So it is," said Casey. "Whatever made you think that kid had anything to do with blowing up the dam?"
"Hadn't he?"
Casey smiled genially. "Why, how should I know, Mr. Glass? I was just asking what you were going on."
"I'm not showing my hand. I don't say the kid did it alone."
"And so you thought you'd round him up and sweat some information out of him. That was it, wasn't it?"
"You're quite a guesser and you show a whole lot of interest in the answer," retorted Glass. "Keep on guessing."