"Who were those men with you, Rags?" queried Matt.
"Cut it out, Matt. Dat's somet'ing I can't tell yous."
"Have you lived long in Phœnix?
"Dere yous go ag'in! Say, I hope dem pins git so's I kin use 'em before long. I ain't got no money an' I can't be spongin' on folks dat mebby don't want me around."
"You can stay right here, Rags, as long as you want to," put in Susie, "and it won't cost you a cent."
"Not a red!" added Chub heartily.
"Dat's mighty kind," answered Rags, "but I got t' fly my kite jest as soon's I kin git on me uppers."
"Is Juan Morisco a friend of yours, Rags?" asked Matt, still trying to get some information from the girl.
"What's dat?" demanded Rags, starting up and looking hard at Matt. "How'd yous know w'at his name was?"
"The sheriff arrested him——"