He smiled as he remembered that the sheriff had mentioned two men. This doubtless was the cause of Lamy’s agitation. Nor did he think Lamy had forgotten that he, Rathburn, had pointed out that he could prove he didn’t rob the place in Dry Lake.
“You’re sure?” the sheriff asked again.
“Why, yes,” replied the girl. “I am sure.”
“Maybe she can get us some breakfast,” said Brown hopefully.
“Can you feed five men, ma’am?” asked the sheriff in a softer tone.
“Just sit down, and I’ll get you some breakfast,” said the girl.
The two men in the little cellar could hear some of the men taking chairs and one or two going out to look after the horses. The girl’s light footsteps retreated into the kitchen.
Rathburn smiled mysteriously at Lamy who was shivering with a case of nerves.
“I can’t understand who that was with him––or following him,” came Brown’s voice. “Somebody 68 must have seen him getting away and set out on the trail while it was hot.”
“Either that or saw him beating it somewheres on the trail east of town an’ took after him on suspicion,” drawled the sheriff. “’Spect everybody around here has seen those reward notices you put out.”