“Just a moment,” begged Hashknife, and turned to Big Medicine. “Don’t do anythin’ rash until we have to, Hawkworth. There’s a few things I’d like to look into first. For instance, I think that me and Sleepy will take a little ride out to the K-10.”
“To the K-10? What is the idea, Hartley?”
“To satisfy my curiosity. They haven’t anythin’ against me and Sleepy, so we’ll go out and have a talk with Baldy. Just kinda drop in, tell him about the rustlin’, and advise him to keep his eyes open, sabe?”
“And what will we do all this time?” asked Musical.
“I’m honin’ to make somebody pay for this deal.”
“Wait here,” suggested Hashknife. “You may hear somethin’ that will help us out a lot. We’ll make the trip as fast as we can.”
Big Medicine nodded doubtfully. He was anxious to head for the Rancho Sierra, but was willing to listen to reason.
“That’s fine,” grinned Hashknife. “You wait here and say nothin’. Mebbe Olsen will show up, and if he does, save me a piece of his hide. C’mon, Sleepy.”
The K-10 outfit had not decided on just what to do. Half the night had been spent in planning, but no decision had been reached. It all depended on Hashknife. Lee Yung intended to go back to Pinnacle after breakfast and stay there until there was need of his services.