“Did you skin out them brands, Jimmy?”
Jimmy shifted his eyes and a ghost of a smile passed his lips.
“You’re just guessin’, Hartley,” he said.
Hashknife smiled.
“Good guesser?” he asked.
“Mebby you think you are.”
“By golly, I never thought of that!” exploded Roaring.
“I’m just tryin’ to help you, Jimmy,” reminded Hashknife.
“I need little help,” said Pete.
Hashknife turned his head and looked at the half-breed. Pete was leaning against the bars, a wistful expression in his dark eyes.