The Kingsbridge manager shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t quite get wise to his reason for saying that. I presume this is nothing but a social call?”
“Social blazes!” growled Riley. “Think I’d ride thirty miles at night just to make a social call, Bob? You know better.”
“If you came for any other purpose,” said Hutchinson, “you should not have brought company. That’s straight over the pan, Riley.”
“Aw, I tell ye Fancy is trusty; needn’t be afraid of him.”
“I’ve had some experience,” reminded Hutchinson. “You know what I mean. Are you trying to put me in bad in this town?”
“Not a bit of it.”
“Of course, I know the result of the game to-day raised particular thunder in Bancroft. It must have made them gnash their teeth.”
“Gnash ’em—you bet!” said Dyke. “There was an awful holler went up.”
“Got anything to drink, Hutch?” asked Riley. “It’s a bit chilly ridin’ to-night.”
“You know I do not drink.”