“I don’t need to tell you why Tim Benson killed John Ward, as you know all about it. But you may not know that when he killed him he made me his deadly enemy.”
“I had guessed as much,” the scout told her.
“So, now that Benson is still hanging round here, and he and Juniper Joe are again together, I want to tell you to watch the saloon of Gopher Gabe.”
“We have been doing something in that line already,” the scout told her.
“Then you have suspected Gopher Gabe?”
“Perhaps I shouldn’t say as much as that; but resorts like his are always to be held in suspicion. Even if the proprietor is straight, such a place draws shady characters of all kinds.
“Perhaps you do not know,” he added, “that Gopher Gabe’s place was robbed last night.”
Her surprise showed, even under her paint and powder.
“I was not aware of it.”
“The post office shared the same fate,” he told her.