“I’ve seen him. He’s a young chap—some folks think he’s a radical—I don’t know.”
“Had any trouble at your place?”
Scott narrated the proceedings of Juan Pachuca at some length and with some heat. “A military guy over in Conejo told me that he’d had orders to clean up the state, so when Tom wised him up to the fact that Pachuca and Angel Gonzales were doping it up to meet somewhere around Pachuca’s place, he sent a troop of men down there, cut Angel off and smashed up the whole business.”
“Get their men?”
“Got Angel, but Pachuca slid out.”
“They let him probably.”
“Maybe so.”
“Framed it up for him so’s not to hurt the feelings of any of his high-toned friends.”
“Shouldn’t wonder. What time do you eat around here, Sam?”
“How’ll six suit you?”