With that, Matt cranked up the machine, got in, and they started.
There was no tarrying on the road, for Matt was anxious to get back, and he had Leffingwell hanging to the rumble-seat with both hands half the time.
"You're going to look for the place where Clip and Pima Pete dug up the money, Mr. McKibben?" asked Matt.
"For the place where Clip says they dug it up," qualified the sheriff.
"He told you where to go?"
"Yes."
"And if you see the place you'll believe his story?"
"I'm not saying that, Matt. Clip and Pete may have dug the hole for some other purpose, and Clip may have been smart enough to call the hole a cache, and to say Fresnay's money came out of it. By the way," the sheriff went on, deftly changing the subject, "you were with Dangerfield quite a while, that time you brought him in from Castle Creek Cañon. Was that the time he spoke about having buried that money and asked you to help dig it up?"
"I don't want to talk about that now, Mr. McKibben," answered Matt. "There's a whole lot to it that concerns Clip, and I promised him I wouldn't explain."