"No wonder they do so good!" Caruso cried.
"How about the water?" Hammond asked sarcastically. "You think they stole that, too?"
Someone shouted back, and a heated discussion raged. Jerry finally banged on the table with a sugar bowl. "Let's hear from the sheriff."
Watson hoisted his big frame, and sighed. "Jerry's right, boys. We got a nasty situation building up. Right now, my old woman's so mad at the Dark Valley people she could spit. And why? Only because she can't figger 'em out."
He brushed his mustache and looked at Tipton. "Them people are human bein's, ain't they?"
Tipton scowled, but nodded.
"Anything they done that couldn't be explained by natural causes, no matter how silly or complicated?"
Tipton thought about it, and had to shake his head.
"Believe me, boys, the only thing to get excited about is the stuff that's missin'. If they're pinchin' it, we can catch 'em, and punish 'em. They may be foreigners but they sure as hell have to obey the law of the land!"
"Now," Hammond said, "we're talking sense."