“Didja ever hear how it got started?”
Meecham pursed his lips and shook his head wisely.
“Mebbe it was set on purpose, eh?” suggested Brick.
“Possibly.”
Brick got to his feet and picked up his hat.
“Well, I reckon that’s about all. It kinda looks like somebody was gettin’ rich off Sun Dog banks. It sure hits Soapy Caswell hard. I reckon I’ll have to ride out and see him soon.”
“I saw him this morning,” volunteered Mrs. Meecham. “He was in front of the bank in a buckboard.”
“He uses a buckboard most of the time,” said Meecham.
“Gray team?” queried Brick.
“Yes.”