Barney spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.
“About ten dollars. They ruined some books and a quart of good whisky—and a good safe. They also ruined one of the walls of the office.”
“They must ’a’ thought there was money in that safe, didn’t they?” queried Harp.
Barney looked questioningly at Brick, who grinned.
“I told Harp about the hold-up, Barney.”
“Well, what’s the answer?” asked Barney. “It looks to me like two gangs working, Brick. One of them evidently thought that the payroll got there O. K. Don’t it look like it to you?”
Brick picked up the cigaret he had rolled before going to bed, moistened it with his tongue and scratched a match on the floor.
“Yeah, it looks somethin’ like that, Barney.”
“What about your payroll?” asked Harp.
“I’ll have to take it from here, I suppose. Soapy told them that the payroll money would go from here today. It’s a lucky thing he spoke to them about it, because I’ve got to have that money at the mine before quitting-time today.”