“My second guess is the same,” retorted Jim.
“I’ve heard about you, Mr. McAllister. Yer smart, but you ain’t the only one. I know yer a game warden an’ a big man upriver, but all that don’t cut no ice to-day. There’s a warrant out for you.”
“You don’t say! Sworn out by Mel Lunt and old Tim Hood, hey? Where is it, chief?”
“I ain’t the chief. And I ain’t got the warrant. But the sheriff will know what to do next.”
“If he don’t I can tell him. Mel got two, didn’t he—two warrants? One was for Richard Sherwood, wasn’t it?”
“That’s right.”
“Suppose we take a scout around for Sheriff Corker. I’m in a hurry.”
“Guess we best set right here an’ wait for him.”
“What’s yer name?”
“My name? Bill Simpson.”