“I’ll ride in to Red Gulch right away and report to the sheriff,” Lefty promised.
After he had gone, Connie wandered back to the bunk house. Thinking that Barrows might have appropriated other property which did not belong to him, she made an inspection. Nothing seemed to have been taken. More from curiosity than for any other reason she tried the lid of Forest Blakeman’s chest. It was still locked.
“I wonder what he does keep inside?” she mused.
“Well?” asked a sharp voice behind her.
Startled, Connie whirled around to see Forest Blakeman standing in the doorway. She laughed in confusion, realizing that the man easily might misinterpret her action.
“I was just looking about——” she began, but Blakeman cut her short.
“So I observe. You seem to be interested in my personal belongings.”
Connie flushed at the accusation.
“I hope you don’t think I was trying to break into your chest,” she said.
“Oh, no!”