“What about it? Who are you?”
“Never mind who I am. I was with them. They double-crossed me. You want to catch ’em?”
“I want to know who they are, and why they cut my fence, and what the devil they’re up to back there in the hills.”
“You listen to me. You sabe Jackknife Cañon?”
“Yes.”
“To-night they bring down the load just before dark. They do that every Friday, and hide the burros until very late. Then they come down into the valley while every one is asleep. To-night they hide ’em in Jackknife. They tie ’em there an’ go away. About ten o’clock they come back. You be there nine o’clock, and you catch ’em when they come back. Sabe?”
“How many of ’em are there?”
“Only two. You don’t have to be afraid—they don’t pack no guns. You take gun an’ you catch ’em all alone.”
“But how do I know that you’re not stringing me?”
“You listen. They double-cross me. I get even. You no want to catch ’em, I no care—that’s all. Good-by!”