“Where did that fellow come from?” demanded English Ed.
“He brought Frank Moran from Sibley Junction,” explained Ryker. “His partner rented his horse to Moran, and the partner will be in on the train today.”
“Looks kinda forked,” observed Cutter indifferently.
“He is,” said English Ed. “That’s Hashknife Hartley. He’s a cattle detective.”
“Oh-ho-o-o!” grunted Cutter. “Association man, eh?”
Ryker grinned half-drunkenly.
“He knew you, didn’t he, Holmes?”
“That’s my business. You keep out of it.”
“That’s all right,” grinned Ryker.
“What’s he doin’ here?” wondered Cutter.