“That’s a queer thing to make anybody happy.”
“Shore is.”
“What was the message?”
“That she had been hurt and wouldn’t be able to see him to-day.”
Hashknife didn’t tell Ayres what he had read in the letter from Baggs to Nan, but he knew that Nan lost no time in coming in to see Baggs.
“There’s somethin’ wrong in that end of the deal,” he told himself. “Nice girl and a crooked lawyer. He’s got her scared, I think. I wish I had her scared enough to talk. I’ll just about fool around here until somebody blows my head off.”
Sleepy had the same idea.
“It ain’t worth it,” he declared. “Wire Wells Fargo that we’re off the job, Hashknife. It was a foolish idea, in the first place. They can’t expect us to do anythin’. I’ll be darned if I think Len Ayres has got that money planted.”
“Yuh don’t? Ain’t it funny—neither do I!”
“Fine! So what’s the use of stickin’ around here, lookin’ for somethin’ that neither of us believe exists.”