“Not much,” grinned Brick, turning his horse over to Harp, who took them away to the little stable at the rear of the office.
“Silent just throwed Ike Welden out of the saloon,” laughed Slim. “Took him by the collar and the seat of his pants and throwed him plumb into the middle of the street.”
“What for?” queried Brick.
“Too much talk about you.”
“Yeah,” Brick grinned affectionately at Silent. “What’s the latest from Soapy?”
“Last report said he was still alive,” rumbled Silent.
Bill Grant and Al Hendricks came out of the Dollar Down and went toward the doctor’s office. In a few moments Santel came out and went to the hitch-rack, where he mounted a gray horse and rode toward the Star-Dot. Banty and Slim started arguing over their respective pool abilities, and adjourned to the Dollar Down to settle the championship of the world, as far as they were concerned.
Silent, Brick and Harp went into the office and sat down.
“I ain’t gettin’ a square deal,” declared Silent seriously. “There’s a lot of dirt blowin’ around and I ain’t in on it, Brick. Somehow, I’ve kinda got a feelin’ that somebody is goin’ to burn powder, and that I ain’t goin’ to smell none of it.”
“Just be danged thankful yuh ain’t, Silent.”