CHAPTER VI
INFORMATION WANTED
Two-Spot rested on the broom. "Wonder what happened to Nelson?" he queried. "Ain't seen since you went on th' prod yesterday."
Dave held up the glass he was polishing and looked at it. "What you mean, on th' prod?"
"When you chased me, at noon."
Dave picked up another glass, breathed on it and rubbed it vigorously. "He stuck his head in th' door an' said he was goin' to Juniper. Ain't he got back yet?"
"Don't know," grunted Two-Spot, going to work again.
"Ain't his hoss back?"
"Don't know." He listened. "Mebby this is him, now, comin' up th' trail." He looked out and shook his head. "Nope, it's only that d—d pill-roller from the flats. What's he comin' here for? He's got more liquor in his shack than we've got. I don't like no man that swizzles it secret. As I was sayin', it ain't every—why, hello, Doc! What brings you up here so early in th' mornin'?"
"My horse," grunted the Doc, passing him without a glance. "Hello, Dave! How are things?"