Torrance smiled. "Could you get a letter from your last employer?"
"Not the kind of letter that would do any good. I had an argument with the foreman, and he fired me."
Torrance had heard something about the matter, and did not question further at the time.
"Do you drink?" queried Torrance.
"I never monkeyed with it much. I reckon I could if I wanted to."
Torrance drummed on the desk with his long, strong fingers. He reached in a drawer and drew out a letter.
"How about that?"
Lorry glanced at the heading. Evidently the sheriff knew of his general whereabouts. The letter stated that the sheriff would appreciate information leading to the apprehension of Lawrence Adams, wanted for aiding a prisoner to escape and for having in his possession a horse that did not belong to him.
"What he says is right," Lorry asserted cheerfully. "I busted into the jail and turned that hobo loose, and I borrowed the horse I'm riding. I aim to send him back. My own horse is in the corral back at Stacey."
"What was your idea in letting the man go after arresting him?"