Henderson snapped a salute, whirled on his heel and started for the stables. Bud turned his back on Grandon and began rolling a cigarette.
"Do yuh know what I think?" asked Bud slowly.
Grandon seemed to have little interest in what Bud thought, and did not reply.
"I think that Kingsburg is a hell of a place to send one officer, Grandon."
"Yes?" Grandon's voice held a trifle of a sneer, "but McKay does not drink."
"Then he won't get off as cheaply as I did."
"What do you mean, Conley?"
"I mean that there's somethin' queer about that danged place. A week ago I seen somethin' that I never reported to you, Grandon. I was comin' down past there at night and I looked it over from that knoll back of town. I seen at least twenty men go into Magee's place.
"It kinda struck me as bein' queer; so I rode down and went in. I found Magee and one Injun in there. Magee offered me a drink of hootch, but I didn't take it. There was at least twenty men went in there, and I found two."
"I can hardly credit that statement, Conley."