“Well,” Brick grinned widely, “mebbe I will, as soon as I get time. I’ve been so dog-gone busy lately. Say, didja see Silent around the Dollar Down when yuh left?”
“He’s playin’ single-handed black-jack with Le Blanc.”
“Fine. Tell him to come down here right away, will yuh, Bill?”
“Sure.”
Grant turned and walked back toward the street, while Brick went back to his supper.
Miss Miller smiled at Brick as he sat down beside Harp.
“I have been trying to get Mr. Harris to tell me how he came to get that wound in his shoulder,” said Miss Miller, “but he refuses to tell me.”
Harp squinted at Brick, who grinned covertly and shook his head.
“I don’t blame him for not talkin’ about it,” declared Brick. “Mebbe next time he’ll look out for knife-throwin’ women.”
“Knife-throwing women?”