"Well, you've got one," Jeb assured him. "Turn your nag into the corral and then come and get a bite, that is if you're hungry."
"Ever remember seein' me when I wasn't?" the man grinned.
Bob had stood by while the two men were talking, his astonishment growing with every sentence. Was it possible that he was mistaken? It would seem so but he knew that he had an almost uncanny memory of voices and he was not at all satisfied even though Jeb had recognized in the man an old friend. Should he tell Jeb what he suspected or would it be better to wait developments? Perhaps it would be the better plan to speak to Royce first and let him have a chance to recognize the man if he had been a member of the gang. Yes, that was the best plan, he decided and, throwing the reins over Satan's head, he entered the house.
He found Royce in the big living room sitting by the window. He looked as Bob entered the room.
"Hello, Bob. In early aren't you?" he greeted him.
"A little. I want to ask you something."
"All right, shoot."
"Was there a man by the name of Los Varney in Hains' gang?"
"Los Varney? Let me see. No, I think not, leastwise I don't remember the name."
"You're sure?"