“Well, I’ll be darned!” snorted the man with the rifle. “Harry!”
They stood for a while, looking at each other. Then:
“Oh, would some power the giftie give us, to see ourselves as others see us,” misquoted the empty-handed man, and then added quickly, “if it would do any good.”
“Set down,” said the sheriff, indicating a boulder. “But keep yore hands in sight. I don’t trust you no more than I ever did.”
“You allus was a lovin’ brother,” grinned the other. “I’ve heard that twins have queer affections for each other—and it’s right. You might lower that cannon, Ben. I know when I’m stopped.”
“You robbed the bank in Oro City, yuh know.”
“Thasso? How long have you been in this country, anyway?”
“What’s that got to do with robbin’ a bank?”
“Nothin’. Must have been here quite a while. They don’t elect a sheriff in this country until they know something about him.”
“I’ve been here seven years,” said the sheriff gruffly. “Where have you been?”