Again Hiram could not answer.
"Why, that's easy!" laughed Heine Schultz. "They was gonta give Jo a shave!"
Jo and Hiram walked together behind the rest and talked as the party returned to the wagons. For the first time she told him of what her skinners had had to report when they were over their sickness following the doping at Ragtown. One and all, they said, they had been invited to the little cabin of the girl who ran the shooting gallery for a drink; after having fired several strings of shots and "joshed" with her out in front. From there they had gone to the Palace, and afterward, being dazed and feeling drowsy, had wandered in a group into the Dugout, a place that they seldom frequented, and could remember nothing after that.
"Why—why—do they think Lucy doped them?" cried Hiram.
Jo shrugged. "They can't remember drinking anywhere but with her and in the Palace," she said. "They got it one place or the other, Hiram."
"The Palace, of course, then. Why—Lucy—she——"
"Is a friend of Al Drummond," Jo helped him out, her red lips set.
"Did you find out whether or not Drummond was in Ragtown at the time?"
"I looked into all that I dared, but it was nine days before I got back. Oh, I had an awful time, with nobody to help me but a few green men I'd picked up at Julia—finding the horses and all. But Huber got his hay!" she added proudly. "When I got back to Ragtown, of course nobody remembered whether Drummond had been there that day or not. He goes and comes frequently, you know. And I didn't dare press questions. I told the boys to keep still about it all. I thought that best."
"Was Drummond there on your last trip in?" he asked.