“Some gold. Gold bricks.”
“You're lying!”
“Hold it — I'm not! Go look for yourself if you don't believe me. We had three loads of that damned gold. We lost a truck back there in the mountains somewhere.”
“Lost it?”
“They jumped us — like those guys did today. The captain was in that one.”
“What in the hell does the army want that gold for?”
“I don't know. We just had orders to deliver it.”
Gary considered the matter, intently watching the man. “The government must be getting hard up; three trucks started out, eh? You guys are pretty green — I'm surprised you got this far. How's everybody in Washington?”
The soldier half turned to look at him. “We ain't from Washington — we're outta Fort Knox.”
“For…” Gary was instantly suspicious. “Then what the hell you doing this far north?”