Ike looked pained. "What do you want for getting out of jail?"
"Pop owes me thirty-nine cents for a hack saw."
"I'll give the hack saw back," Pop offered quickly.
"I don't want it. I want thirty-nine cents."
"Oh, for pete's sake!"
Pop took a purse from his pocket, counted out thirty-nine cents, and passed it through the bars. Jeff pocketed the money.
"What's the next town?"
"Stay right in the valley. Seven miles down, you'll come to Delview. You can't miss, and heaven help Delview if they pick you up!"
"Any other place?"
"North through the mountains there's Smithville. Better not try it, there's no direct road and those mountains are plenty rugged."