Brick grinned and looked over at Meecham.
“Have a little drink, Meecham?” he asked.
Meecham looked up at Brick and shook his head.
“No, thank you.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” said Brick pleasantly. “I just thought yuh might be one of the sufferers.”
Meecham stared at him closely.
“What do you mean, Davidson?” he asked.
“Oh, I just didn’t know but what somebody had tried to kill you off, too. There’s a bullet-hole in the cantle of yore saddle, yuh know.”
“A bullet-hole?”
Meecham’s tone had been rather loud and attracted the attention of every one. Leach came back toward the bar, and the two cowpunchers stopped their pool playing to listen.