“What’s that ahead of us?” whispered Sleepy.
“Trap door into the ranch-house,” replied Hashknife painfully rubbing his wrists. “How in hell did you get in here?”
“Fell in,” chuckled Sleepy. “Can yuh walk?”
“I reckon so.”
Sleepy led the way back to the ladder and showed Hashknife where he had fallen in.
“And I never touched the sides,” laughed Sleepy.
“I’m the champion diver of the world.”
“Kinda looks like yuh was,” said Hashknife. “Let’s get out of here, before they come lookin’ for me. Got a gun?”
“Yeah, I’ve got mine.”
“We’ve got to get more.”