Gorilla Jake looked around, with a startled air.
“Was that the crowd that was up by the cañon?” he asked.
“You’re speakin’ it.”
“Gee-whittaker!”
“But you needn’t holler it. They’ll be hoppin’ along here soon enough, without that. What are you doing here?”
“What air you? And what was you playin’ woman fer?”
Tim Benson stood up, listening for sounds of pursuit.
“Let’s hunt a safe hole somewhere; then we can talk things over. It may be a lucky thing for both of us that we’ve met.”
“Not fer me—if you’ve got Buffalo Bill’s crowd follerin’ ye!”