“How do I know she’s not?”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to take my word for it.”
“Like hell I’ll take your word for it. I’m goin’ to see for myself.”
“I don’t see how you’re going to do that.”
“I’m goin’ in with you.”
“That wouldn’t do you any good. Besides, I can’t let you.”
The man became more bullying. “See here, son. This game is my game. Did j’ever see a thing like this?”
Watching the movement of his hand Rash saw the handle of a revolver displayed in a side pocket.
“Yes, I’ve seen a thing like that; but even if it was loaded—which I don’t believe it is—you’ve too much sense to use it. You might shoot me, of course; but you wouldn’t find the girl in the house, because she isn’t there.”
“Well, I’m goin’ to see. You march. Up you go, and open that door, and I’ll follow you.”