"How?"
"If you've got any information to give us we might be able to put in a word for you."
Slim looked at them steadily for a moment. Then he asked:
"What kind of information do you want?"
"You know what we're hunting for."
"The gold?"
"Of course."
Slim was silent for a moment.
"That gang has been tryin' to double-cross me all along," he said at last. "I don't owe 'em nothin'. They would have cleared out with the gold and left me here if they could."
"Did they know where it was hidden?" asked Joe.