“I reckon that’s good advice, Len,” agreed Whispering. “We’ll need our money now. What’ll you do, Len—you and the kid?”
Len shook his head.
“I wish we could stick together, Len.”
“I guess we will, Whisperin’.”
“How can we do it?” asked Sailor quickly.
“I don’t know, Sailor.”
Len got quickly to his feet. Hashknife and Sleepy were riding in off the main road. They came up to the kitchen door and dismounted. Hashknife was grinning widely as they came in the kitchen.
“Smelled hot cakes,” he said. “How’s chances for some?”
“The best yuh ever seen,” said Whispering. He grabbed for a handful of wood and stoked the fire.
“Look upon us, will yuh?” laughed Hashknife. “Behold the new crew of the Box S!”