“Who are they?” asked Meline curiously.
“Couple of punchers,” said Baldy. “One of ’em had rheumatism and come here to bathe in Hawkworth’s hot water.”
“Yes?” Meline smoked slowly, thoughtfully. “Came here to bathe in the hot springs, eh? How long have they been here?”
“They came the night of the holdup.”
“Did they? Hm-m-m. The night of the holdup. And what have they done since?”
“One of ’em stood Torres on his head in the blacksmith’s slack tub,” grinned Baldy. “They were the ones who found Blair after he was killed.”
“Yeah,” said Kohler, “and I heard Doctor Henry say that Hartley was the one who got Hawkworth to take that wounded man out to the Tumblin’ H Ranch.”
“Well!” Meline removed his cigar and grinned at Baldy. “It seems that these two cowpunchers have been real active. Baldy, did it ever occur to you that a stranger might be dangerous?”
“You mean, they might be——”
Baldy hesitated. Meline’s smile was sneering, pitying.