"Thank you," said Morgan, starting for the door.
"Where you goin' to?" Conboy demanded, forgetting caution and possible complications in his haste to interpose.
"To find out what they want."
"There's no sense in a man runnin' his arm down a lion's throat to see if he's hungry," Conboy said, making a feint now of moving the cigar boxes around in the case.
"This town isn't so big that they'd miss a man if they went out to hunt him. Where are they?"
"I left them at Peden's, the big dance hall up the street. Ain't you got a gun?"
"No," Morgan returned thoughtfully, as if he had not even considered one before.
"The best thing you can do is to take a walk out into the country and forget your way back, kid. Them fellers are goin' to be jangled up just about right for anything in an hour or so more. I'd advise you to go—I'll send your grip to you wherever you say."
"You're very kind. How many of them are there?"
"Seven besides Craddock, the rest of them went to Kansas City with the cattle you saw leave in them three extras this evening. Craddock's celebratin' his new job, he's leadin' 'em around throwin' everything wide open to 'em without a cent to pay. 'Charge it to me' he said to Peden—I was there when they came in—'charge it to me, I'm payin' this bill.' You know what that means."