“Can’t you guess?”
“No-o, I—”
“It’s you and Red McGee. They’re waiting for that.”
“What?” Johnny half rose to his feet.
“Keep your seat.” Blackie pulled him down. “Ever hear of the grapevine telegraph?”
“Yes, in—in a sort of way.”
“It’s the mysterious manner in which news travels up here. These fellows know about you. The minute I gave them your name they busted out, ‘The kid that packs a wallop?’”
“And you—”
“I said, ‘Sure! None other. But does Red McGee know it?’
“They said, ‘Guess he doesn’t. He’s been in Seattle, just come up.’