“Oh, that holdup business. Gi’me all you can rake up, Nita. They’s a bunch o’ the boys waitin’ for me out there. We’re all hungry.”
“Come in, then, while I get you something. What’s—what’s new?” She found that her voice was trembling.
“Well, I wouldn’t say. I oughtn’t to. Sheriff said keep it quiet, you know.”
He followed her into the large kitchen, seating himself awkwardly on the edge of a chair.
“When did you see the sheriff last?” she asked.
“This afternoon—late. He’s gone inside now.”
“He has? Why?”
“Well, I mustn’t tell, you know.”
“Oh, I forgot. His—the trip is connected with the holdup, though, I suppose.”
“Maybe. Yes, it is—I c’n say that much. And he left us boys to scout around over here. He come up in the mountains this afternoon and said for some of us to come down and keep our eyes on certain parties while he went inside. He left in an auto. We just got down. And I thought maybe you could give us a bite.”