“Anyhow, you’ll ride with me back to the Three-ply this evening?”
“I’m afraid I’ll have to pass that up, too.”
“But if you’re going to hook-up with me——”
“You’ll hear from me and my pards, all right, and probably when you least expect it. Go back to your diggings, McGowan, and be comfortable in your mind. Take things easy, and let things drift as usual.”
“All right, Buffalo Bill, if you want matters that way. But I’m depending on you.”
“Then show that you have confidence in me, McGowan, by heeding instructions.”
McGowan, with a wave of the hand to those in the sheriff’s office, left the room, and the court-house. A few moments later, Buffalo Bill and the baron also left.
“You’ve made a fool of yourself, baron,” said the scout, as soon as he and the Dutchman were out of the court-house.
“How’s dot?” asked the bewildered baron.
“A pair of blue eyes have got you locoed. They held you in that Three-ply camp until the real thieves got you implicated in the bullion robberies.”