“A worthy want,” grinned Breezy. “Me and Sleepy was playin’ pool in the Oasis, and that shot sure sounded loud.”
Sleepy grinned over his cigarette, but suddenly sobered.
“Did any of yuh see Hashknife lately?” he asked.
“Not since supper,” replied the sheriff. “I seen both of yuh over at the restaurant.”
“That’s funny to me.”
Sleepy got to his feet and walked quickly out of the office. It was unlike Hashknife not to be in evidence when there was shooting going on. Sleepy went up one side of the street and down the other, as far as the depot, but did not find Hashknife in any of the buildings.
He came back to the Oasis, where he met Breezy, who had also been looking for Hashknife, but without results. Together they went to the livery stable, only to find that Hashknife’s gray horse was in its stall, contentedly munching hay.
“That’s shore got me beat,” confessed Sleepy.
“Well, he can take care of himself,” said Breezy.
“Prob’ly better than you think, Breezy. I suppose I might as well sit tight and wait for him to show up.”