“He couldn’t pe worse.”
“It’s rough to be in a hole like that.”
“Wery rough. Gopher Gabe triedt to get him out on bail, and couldn’t. He is held for murder, you understandt—for shooting that man, John Ward.”
“Well, he could expect that. It’d be the same for me if they could lay hands on me. Cody there yet?”
“Righdt there.”
The outlaw ground out some ugly words between his teeth.
“As we couldn’t git Juniper Joe out in no way, Gopher Gabe has sent me to see you,” explained the fiddler.
“That so? Does he think I can do anything?”
“He knows idt. I have here clodings and everything, so that you can make shanges in your looks. I can cut your hairs while I am here, too, and give you another shave.”
Benson stared.