“Well,” considered Knowles, “I’m not saying you can’t or won’t. It’s mighty curious what a young fellow can do to please a pretty girl. Just the same, I’d say from the color of Kid’s fingers that he hasn’t forgotten how to roll a fat Mexican cigaretto.––Hello! ‘Talk of the devil––’ Here he comes now.”
Gowan came around the corner of the house, his spurs jingling. His eyes were as cold and his face as emotionless as usual.
“Well?” asked Knowles. “Have a seat.”
“Didn’t get him,” reported Gowan, dropping into a chair. “Near as I could make out, he cut straight across for the railroad, on the jump.” 80
“Then it must have been that guide!” exclaimed Ashton.
“Looks that way,” added Knowles. “Glad of it. We won’t see him again, unless you want to notify the sheriff, when you ride over tomorrow.”
“No, oh, no. I am satisfied to be rid of him.”
“If he don’t come back,” remarked Gowan.
“He won’t,” predicted Knowles.
“Well, not for a time maybe,” agreed Gowan.