They went back to the Greenback and found that the body had been deposited in a vacant storeroom for the present. There was much speculation over who killed Blair, but Baldy Kern said nothing. He felt sure that Torres and Garcia had killed him. Jack Baum, who had been Blair’s bunkie, knew that Blair had ridden out to see where Torres went, and he also believed that Torres or Garcia had killed him.
The sheriff was too interested in the poker game to speculate on who might have killed Blair. Hashknife and Sleepy stood at the bar, listening to the buzz of conversation.
Lee Yung, the big Chinaman, was at the bar, sipping a drink, his inscrutable eyes taking in the activity of the place.
A little later the sheriff dropped out of the game and came to the bar. He had fared badly, and was not in good humor.
“Got three full-houses beat, hand-runnin’,” he complained. “When they do that to yuh, it’s time to quit.”
“Before that, if possible,” said Lee Yung in perfect English.
“That’s right,” laughed the sheriff. “Saves money, if you’ve got sense enough to see it.”
The stage line owner came into the saloon, saw the sheriff and came to him.
“I just got word from Caliente,” he explained hurriedly. “They couldn’t tell just how much of a haul the robbers got off the stage, but there was a valuable package for Hawkworth in the treasure box. I think Hawkworth’s package was valued at five hundred dollars.”
“For Big Medicine, eh?” mused the sheriff.