“Of course. But why all this questioning?”
“I want to collect information for our work to-morrow, that’s all. Shortly after two o’clock, McGowan, you may look for an attack on the laboratory.”
McGowan started.
“An attack? From whom?”
“From a gang of stray Apaches led by a white scoundrel named Bascomb; and from Bernritter and Jacobs.”
“An attack from Bernritter? You’re wide of your trail, Cody. Bernritter is loyalty itself. There’s not a dishonest hair in Bernritter’s head.”
“You’re mistaken. Bernritter is a contemptible scoundrel.”
“I’ll not believe it.”
“He’ll prove it to you. Do as I say and you’ll see him caught red-handed to-morrow.”
McGowan seemed dazed. For a moment he was silent.