“Yeah, and we’re goin’ along,” said Regan. “Get the boys.”
Hashknife and Sleepy came out and Regan saw them.
“Want to ride out and see the fun, Hartley?” he asked.
“What fun?” asked Hashknife.
“Out at the Conley place. Old man’s crazy. When we finish up tonight he’ll be in jail and we’ll strip every strand of wire off his fence. This half-witted sheriff has beat us to it, he thinks. But if he won’t enforce the law, we’ll have to. Better come along and see the fun.”
Hashknife shook his head slowly.
“No-o-o-o, I reckon not, Regan. My sense of humor don’t run to laughin’ at folks who make mistakes.”
“Well, he’s made his last mistake,” laughed Regan.
“I wasn’t thinkin’ about old man Conley,” said Hashknife.
The men were mounting at the hitch-rack, and one of them called to Regan.