“What do yuh make of it?” queried Grant. “Do yuh think that somebody tried to kill you and Harp last night?”
Brick grinned, but without mirth.
“Looks that-a-way, Bill. We were supposed to be in bed, yuh know.”
“Sure.”
“But we wasn’t, Bill. Me and Harp busted into some meat stealin’ last night and we danged near got our needin’s. They sure did outsmart us in great shape. Even stole our horses and we had to borrow a couple of mules from the Red Hill mine. Harp got a knife in his shoulder—and we don’t know a of a lot more than we did before.”
“Who were the thieves, Brick?”
“I can’t swear to anybody. That’s the worst of workin’ in the dark.”
Harp and Silent were coming from the doctor’s office, leading the mule that Harp had ridden in from the mine. Aside from being slightly pale Harp showed no ill-effects from his knife wound. He nodded to Grant and looked over the ruins. Silent had told him all about the explosion and fire; so he had no questions to ask.
“Must ’a’ been warm around here,” was his only comment.