“No, I’m not.”
“I seen yuh go past with Len Ayres. Know him very well?”
“Not at all. He directed me to Mr. Baggs’s office.”
“Uh-huh. Well, Baggs can tell yuh all about Len. He sent Len to the penitentiary. ’F I had my choice between the two, I know which one I’d take. Well, I hope you’ll be comfortable, ma’am.”
“Which one would you take?” asked Nan, hardly knowing why she asked the question.
The bearded man stopped at the door and grinned back at her.
“I ain’t sayin’, ma’am, because I’ve got to live here, and yuh can’t afford to cross-fire the law.”
CHAPTER IV: THREATS
Len Ayres went across the street to the Oasis Saloon from where he watched Amos Baggs take Nan to the hotel. When the lawyer went back to his office, Len crossed the street and sauntered up there.
He found Baggs at his desk, filling his pipe, but the former prosecuting attorney seemed to lose interest in his pipe when he looked up and saw Len.