“Yuh got enough?” he panted.
“Yep,” grunted Allen.
The two arose to their feet and stood breathing deeply for a moment. Then Allen turned to McAllister.
“That there long galoot is Toothpick; reckon yuh met him afore. The other gent by the fire is Silent Moore, who is plumb ignorant an’ can’t talk, an’ this here is my brother, Jack, who is the dickens on hoss thieves, rustlers——”
“Hoss thieves! Ain’t yuh one yourself? Didn’t yuh steal Honeyboy from me?” Jack Allen interrupted Jim’s flow of words.
Toothpick chuckled and Silent Moore grinned.
“Hello, Jim. Darn me, but I’m plumb glad to see yuh,” Toothpick greeted.
“’Lo, yuh little devil,” Silent mumbled.
Bill McAllister knew that here were two men who would willingly die at a nod from Jim Allen.
“Where’s this Squint person?” Jim Allen asked.