Mrs. Starr, who could not understand the strange silence of the men, breathed hard and wiped her forehead with her apron.
"Read it!" said Waring sharply.
The cowboy took the piece of paper, and, spreading it out, glanced at it hurriedly.
"This ain't for me," he asserted.
"Did you ever see it before?"
"This? No. What have I got to do with the sheriff's office?"
"Pete," said Waring, drawing back his hand, "you had better read that note again."
"Why, I—Pete can't read," said Mrs. Starr. "He can spell out printed reading some, but not writing."
"Then how did you know this paper was from the sheriff's office?" queried Waring.
The cowboy half rose.