“I don’t believe I can tell you that. I haven’t paid a great deal of attention to the work.”
“Don’t know who’s on snap, either?”
“Yes, I believe I do know one snap skinner. I was going to tell you his name. Halfaman Daisy. Know him?”
Again there was silence. Then, “I know ’im,” said Wing o’ the Crow. “How long’s he been out here?”
“I think he came with the outfit.”
“Uh-huh—how close to Mangan-Hatton is our campin’ place?”
“Less than a mile away, I think.”
Silence once more. Then, “Does Halfaman Daisy go to this ragtown very much?”
“I don’t think so. I’ve been there only once, though—to-day, for the first time.”
“Have Mangan-Hatton had a pay day?”