“Guess we don’t go back there pretty soon, eh?” Charlie chuckled.
“Surest thing!” exclaimed Johnny. “I know now that he’ll scare. We have plenty fun along that man, Charlie.”
Madeiras had discovered as much, too. Even seeing the ghost of Johnny Dice had not robbed him of all sense. When Gallup turned back from the shattered window he found himself looking into the Basque’s gun.
“I tak’ those peestol now, señor,” he said.
Aaron was too dumfounded to object. “Did yuh see it?” he demanded. “It was him!”
“Madre de Dios! Of course I see heem,” the Basque cried angrily. His hands flashed out and caught Gallup. Lifting him off his feet he hurled him across the room.
“I ought to keel you!” he growled.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE GUN SPEAKS
The following morning found Kent in Standing Rock closeted with Gallup. Kent was a nervous wreck. Molly had refused to speak to him; his men were sullen, aloof; Tobias had been back about the notes, and to top it all the specter of Johnny Dice walked beside him wherever he went.
“You been seein’ ghosts, too?” Aaron asked.