“And the mule stepped on the kite to-day, but I can make another—if we ever git any wind.”
“Even the wind will come, if yuh wait long enough, Larry.”
Hashknife noticed that Nan was crying, and that Len put an arm around her.
“Why don’t you thank him, Len?” she asked.
“Honey, they never built enough words. I can’t think what to say.”
“Thasall right,” said Hashknife. “Everythin’ is all right.”
He walked past them to where Sleepy was coming from the door of the sheriff’s office, and they slipped away in the darkness together. They rode to the rear of the hotel, where they secured their war bags. Their rent was all paid up.
They tied the bags to their saddles and mounted.
“East of here,” said Sleepy softly, “there’s some tall hills, and they say it’s twenty-five miles to the nearest town in that direction. I dunno what else is on that side of the hill.”
“Let’s take a look, pardner,” said Hashknife, and they rode away in the darkness.