Wallie nodded, a look of surprise on his face. "Didn't you know it?"
"No. I didn't know it. I been sleepin' here. How in the devil would I know?"
"Gosh! Then he must've got out without no help, unless be bribed Slim Peasley."
"Where is he now?"
"I dunno. I jest heard a while ago in one of the saloons that he was loose. Peasley acted real upset about it."
Surprisingly, Bryant made no further comment.
Wallie waited a moment longer, then turned and opened the door. "Good night, Uncle Bryant," he said.
Bryant said nothing. The door closed, and the old man sat there for fully five minutes, muttering unintelligibly. Then he rose and would have blown out the candle, but he was halted by a voice from the window.
"Stay right where you are and don't yell."
The Lone Ranger stepped easily over the low windowsill and into the room, as Bryant Cavendish turned.