“Only vhat she said. She told them to vatch your joint. And there was some talk about putting some one in blace of one of your vaiters, so that he could act as a sby.”
“Well, we can block that, now that we’re on. I don’t think they can find Benson and Joe.”
“Are they going out to the Utes?”
“No. They’ll be safer right where I’ve got ’em. I ain’t scared yet. Buffalo Bill has been watching this place straight along, but not saying anything about it; we know that. Let him watch. He’ll not catch me napping.”
“Shepardt has been your friendt.”
“He is yit. But of course he won’t stand for lawbreakin’ and jailbreakin’. So long’s he thinks I’m on the square, Shepard ain’t goin’ to make trouble; but——”
A man who had come into the saloon, instead of stopping before the bar, had come on back, and now approached the small room where Gopher Gabe and his fiddling lieutenant were conferring.
White-eyed Moses took a look through the crack of the door.
“Gootness! It’s him, right now.”
“Matt Shepard?”