"Give it up. I guess Brady was plannin' to have Ochiltree help him to steer clear of the law."
"Consarn you!" flared Ochiltree, glaring at Harper. "What ye tryin' ter git me inter this thing fer? I'll admit I useter know Brady," he went on, turning to Dennison and Harris, "but I ain't had a thing ter do with him fer years. Why he comes to me now, like this, is more'n I know."
"It looks bad for you, Ochiltree," commented Dennison.
"I know that," scowled Ochiltree, "an' all because o' this mutt. He's doin' his best ter ring me in on the deal, but I'll swear I ain't got a thing ter do with it."
"We'll find that out for ourselves."
"How far is the Hawk from town?" queried Harris, again taking up his line of questioning with Harper.
"About two miles," was the prisoner's answer.
"How'll we know the place when we get to it?"
"There's a broken oak close to a platform where the cars stop to take on an' let off passengers. Ye can't miss the place. Get off at the platform and walk to the right, straight into the timber."
"Was Brady to wait there until you and Ochiltree joined him?"