“You and Silent Slade and Harp Harris must be the three men who done the dirty work; sabe? Yo’re the medium-sized one, Silent is the big one, and Harp is the tall, skinny one. Now, what do yuh think of that, Brick?”
Brick squinted hard over the information and Grant watched him closely. Then Brick’s face broke into a grin, as he looked up.
“Well, Bill, I’m s’prized that Santel ever found out that much. It sure does look like us three jiggers have been featherin’ our nests, don’t it?”
“Aw, , I didn’t believe him, Brick.”
“Thank yuh, Bill. Where is Santel now?”
“He’s gone to Silverton. I reckon he’s through around here. He told me that he was, anyway.”
“Yeah, I reckon he is,” Brick grew serious.
“He said he was goin’ to put his case up to Leach and Hendricks and let them do what they dang pleased about it.”
“That’s real thoughtful of him, I’m sure. Bill, I’m glad yuh told me this, and I thank yuh kindly.”
“Yo’re welcome, Brick. But dang it all, I wish you could put the deadwood on the guilty parties. I’m for yuh.”