"It's high time there was some law around this place. First Mort gets out of jail, without half-tryin', then Uncle Bryant's carried away, likely dead, an' all we got is that buzzard-bait Peasley. That man on the white horse was leaning over someone when he was seen, wasn't he?"
Someone in the crowd said, "Yeah."
"Well, what about him? Is anything bein' done?"
"He's bein' brought in here. Some of the boys went tuh see about him."
"High time," barked Wallie with a fire that was unusual.
"The boys that had horses handy went after that critter," explained Jim Bates. "Maybe they'll catch him."
"And if they do," said Wallie, "they'll jail him the same as they did Mort, an' ten minutes after Slim's back's turned, he'll be scot-free again."
"I thought you had a hunch," said Jim Bates, "that it was yer Uncle Bryant that let Mort out of the calaboose."
"That's what I thought."
"Mebbe this hombre that rid away won't have no Uncle Bryant tuh let him loose."