“Make him give up!” called Phelps.
Old Nomad edged around to Wild Bill’s side, and the pards presented a solid front. Benner and Phelps slackened pace. They were not in so much of a hurry as they had been, but they still had something on their minds—something that wasn’t pleasant.
CHAPTER IV.
THE SKY PILOT TAKES A HAND.
“Did you say something?” asked Wild Bill, looking the cattle barons over with a grin which he made as irritating as possible.
“You were seen to pick up somethin’ in the road,” said Benner angrily, “somethin’ that came out of my watch. I want it.”
“Oh, you do. You’ll have to go into details a little more if you expect me to identify what you’ve lost. Was there anything but the works that came out of that watch?”
“You know mighty well there was!” scowled Benner.
“I know mighty well that you’ve got to tell me what you lost before I can tell you whether or not I know anything about it.”
“That is very reasonable, Mr. Benner,” put in the sky pilot. “It is necessary for——”
“Dry up!” interrupted Phelps roughly. “You ain’t got a thing to do with this, Jordan, so you keep out.”