“Guess you’re figgerin’ it ’ud be safer to empty out.”
Minky nodded.
“And these strangers?” Bill went on.
“They’ve lit out,” said Minky ruefully. “I ast a few questions of the boys. They rode out at sun-up.”
“Where did they sleep?”
“Don’t know. Nobody seems to know.”
Minky sighed audibly. And Bill went on eating.
“Ain’t heerd nothing o’ Zip?” the storekeeper inquired presently.
“No.”
“’Bout that mare o’ yours?”