“No passengers from Lobo Wells last night.
“Tony Lawton.”
The sheriff’s face twisted thoughtfully.
“Tall cowboy with a bandage on his head?”
“That’s the one. I forgot the bandage.”
“All right; I’ll keep it for him.”
A few minutes later the sheriff left his office, and as he started up the street he saw Hashknife talking with Amos Baggs in front of a store. He walked up and held out the telegram to Hashknife.
“I reckon this is the answer to one you sent,” Dillon said. “It says there weren’t any passengers from Lobo Wells last night. What does it mean?”
Hashknife took the telegram, scanned it and put it in his pocket.
“Who’s Tony Lawton?” queried the sheriff.
“He’s the man who signed this telegram. Thanks, Dillon.”