“Stage. Three men stuck her up back on the grades and swiped the treasure box. They shot a feller, too, a passenger. Didn’t kill him.”
“Who is he?” asked Kern.
“I dunno, Baldy. Stranger around here. Them two punchers was on the stage. Wounded man is down at the doctor’s house.”
Kern squinted thoughtfully over this information.
Then——
“How much of a haul did they git?”
“I dunno.”
It seemed a stock phrase with the blacksmith.
“Who was drivin’ the stage—Olsen?”
“Yeah.”