He turned to Baldy.
“Was it Government officers?”
“Hell, we didn’t see nobody!” snapped Baldy. “I tell yuh it was all set for us, and we horned right into it. Do yuh suppose that Steve Guadalupe double-crossed us?”
“Perhaps. Say, what about that greaser that brought us the note?”
“Felipe? Hell, no. He’s half-witted. He wouldn’t do anythin’ crooked, ’cause he ain’t got sense enough.”
“All right.”
Meline stopped pacing the floor and looked at the four men. Kohler swore softly and caressed his cheek. From the kitchen came the sound of the Mexican cook, banging the dishes as he prepared breakfast.
“Baldy, there is something wrong around here,” said Meline coldly. “Somebody stole that letter I sent you, and somebody knew that our cargo was coming through that place tonight. There’s a traitor, and the sooner we find out who it is the better.”
“Not better for him, Doc,” said Baldy angrily.
“You don’t need to look at me, Doc!” snapped Horan. “If I was a traitor I wouldn’t take a chance like that. I think too damn much of my ribs.”