“And you didn’t have any whisky, ’cept what we fust brought in,” Gorilla Jake flung back at him.
“Was that my fault?”
“It wasn’t mine!”
“Some one tampered with the cache. I’m betting it was one of Cody’s crowd.”
“Fer which reason,” said Gorilla Jake, and Jim Betts heard him suck in his breath angrily, “if I’d hed a million o’ them tablets you wouldn’t had the whisky to use with ’em.”
“We might have used them alone. We could have told the Utes that they were better than whisky. That was my plan, when I found the whisky was gone; then I discovered you didn’t have any more. They’ll sober off now, and then——”
“We can cut out o’ this, can’t we?”
“Not while I’m on yer trail,” Jim Betts whispered. “You’re my meat.”
“Cody will follow us!” said Benson.