“So I am,” laughed the member of the Double Cross outfit. “What have you been up to now, you old rascal, that you’re afraid the officers are looking for you?”
But the old guide ignored the question, repeating his own as to the purpose of Deadshot’s search for him.
Briefly the cowboy told him about the lone spectre’s raids and the vain pursuit.
At the tale, Slippery Nig’s eyes sparkled and there came into them a look of vengeance which mystified the cowpunchers.
But only for a minute.
Even before either of them had the chance to ask the cause, the old man spoke.
“You know him raider?” he queried.
“No, do you?” chorused both the cowboys, exchanging significant glances.
“Sure. Only one heap fool alike that.”
“Who is it, then?”