CHAPTER XXV
THE TRAP
“Yuh out last night?” brusquely inquired Gabby, as they were dressing next morning.
A direct question from the eccentric individual was so novel that Buck paused in buckling on his cartridge-belt, and stared at him in frank surprise.
“Why, no,” he returned promptly. “Were you, Bud?”
“I sure wasn’t. I didn’t budge after my head hit the mattress. What gave yuh the notion, old-timer?”
“Door unlatched,” growled Gabby, continuing his preparations for breakfast.
“Is that all?” shrugged Bud. “Likely nobody thought to close it tight.”
Gabby made no answer, but his expression, as he went silently about his work, failed to show conviction.