“Yes. But where does he come in?”
“They shot him, Hawkworth. He had his hands in the air when they shot him.”
“M-m-m. You think he knows——”
“Holdup men don’t make a practice of shootin’ strangers.”
“No, I suppose not. But will you be able to find out anything from him?”
“I’m not goin’ to ask him questions. As far as he’s concerned, he’ll be just a sick man. What do yuh say?”
Big Medicine thought it over for a full minute. Then:
“I’ll have Ike and Cleve hitch up the wagon team, Hartley. I think Lucy can fix up a room for him.”
Big Medicine went striding over to the house, while Hashknife grinned and rolled a cigarette.
Musical Matthews was busy at the phonograph, so Sleepy left him and went to the kitchen door, where Wanna and Lucy were washing the breakfast dishes. Big Medicine came in and stopped near the middle of the room.