“We’ll ask her—if we’re lucky.”
CHAPTER XXV: HASHKNIFE DOES SOME TRAILING
“That’s a sweet job to give anybody! Whatsa matter with yuh, Ben? Them two old jiggers wouldn’t hurt anybody. I suppose old Baggs asked yuh to detail me to dry-nurse ’em, eh?”
Breezy Hill rasped his spurred heel along the side of Ben Dillon’s desk, giving vent to his displeasure.
“Demanded it,” grinned the sheriff. “Whisperin’ and Sailor are over at the Oasis, fillin’ their skins with liquor, and I don’t hardly blame Baggs for demandin’ protection. If I was in his place I’d ask the Governor to send troops and proclaim martial law.”
“Aw, they wouldn’t shoot him, Ben.”
“They won’t if we can stop ’em, Breezy. You keep sober and stay close to ’em. Len’s got his kid over at the hotel.”
“Can’t I take a drink, Ben?”
“Sure, but stay sober.”
“Oh, shore. Say! What do yuh think about Baggs hirin’ Hashknife and Sleepy to run the Box S?”