“All I can.”
“How many hauls do you make in a week?”
“In the time I’ve been here I’ve made just five—if that’s what you mean.”
Gopher Gabe and White-eyed Moses looked at each other. The Fool of Folly Mountain leaned back on his stool, smiling.
“There have been just seven hold-ups round here in that time, that we know about. We can account for two of them; that is, we know who worked ’em. You done the rest?”
“I guess we understand each other, Gabie. So I reckon you might as well get down to business.”
“You would go in with us?”
“Kind gentlemen, I would, and be delighted. I believe I could clear up more money, in with you.”
“What kind of a hole have you got back there?” asked the saloon keeper, looking at the assay room.