“Where are your uncle and the others now?” demanded Joe.
“Honest, I don’t know,” rejoined Hank, looking Joe straight in the eyes. “They haven’t shown up at Martinez. I reckon they are scared and are waiting till things blow over a bit before they show their heads.”
“That sounds plausible,” answered Joe. “Are you through with them?” he added.
“Yes, sir,” was the emphatic reply. “I want to live straight. I never had much use for old Israel, but this last bit of business sickened me. I came out here to see you fellows to tell you that I was your friend, and that if I hear anything about that bunch I’ll tell you.”
“That’s good of you, Hank,” said Joe warmly.
“No, tain’t, but I’m glad you believe. I was afraid that maybe you’d have me arrested.”
“But you wanted to put yourself right, so you came anyway.”
“Yes, I jes’ had to.”
“Well, that was brave of you, Hank,” declared Joe, “and from now on we’ll count you as our friend.”
“You sure can do that. I’ll do anything I can for you.”