“Skeeter Bill Sarg!” exploded Mrs. Porter. “Well, I’ll be everlastin’ly hornswoggled!”
“Yes’m,” said Skeeter foolishly; “me and you both.”
“Skeeter Bill,” parroted Mary, reaching out to him as if not believing her eyes.
“The same,” nodded Skeeter. “I—I——”
“C’m on,” ordered Freel, pulling on the handcuff.
Mary looked wonderingly at Freel and up at Skeeter.
“Me ’n’ him are kinda close pals,” said Skeeter with a smile. “There’s a tie that kinda binds us to each other.”
“I—I don’t understand,” faltered Mary.
“F’r ——’s sake, whatcha handcuffed for?” demanded Mrs. Porter.
“Well—” Skeeter squinted at the storm-drenched window—“well, I’m takin’ a long trip f’r murderin’ a man.”