“Ready to talk?” asked Baldy.
“About what?” asked Hashknife weakly.
“You know damn well what about. We want to know what yuh done with that cargo of drugs and you’ll tell us, sabe?”
“Will I?” Hashknife smiled, but shook his head.
“Oh, yeah, yuh will,” persisted Baldy. “We’re in Mexico now in a safe place. We know how to make yuh talk, Hartley, and it’ll save yuh a lot of hell, if you’ll speak up now.”
“If yuh knew, yuh wouldn’t dare go after it,” said Hashknife easily. “I heard enough to know that my pardner got away, and he’ll sure make life miserable for you women stealers.”
“Women stealers?” asked Baldy wonderingly. “What do yuh mean?”
“I reckon you know, Kern. You go back across the line and see how quick yuh get hung.”
The rest of the K-10 gang moved in closer, wondering what Hashknife meant. Torres lifted his head slightly, a drunken grin on his lips. Gonzales scowled. He did not want that outfit to know about the girl.
“What women are you talking about?” demanded Doctor Meline.