“Ambulance on the job!” snorted Silent; and before any one could prevent him he stepped in, caught Santel with both hands, swung him over his shoulder and went striding out of the saloon.
The crowd rushed to the doorway and windows in time to see Silent step to the edge of the sidewalk and fairly hurl Santel into the street, where he rolled over and over.
“Hookum cow!” yelped Silent. “Yee-ow-w-w! Cowboy!”
Santel got slowly to his feet, but fell down once before he got himself steadied enough to stagger away across the street.
“Mebbe he don’t know what it was all about,” stated Silent, “but he’s got sense enough to not come back for information.”
“I never seen anythin’ like it,” declared a cowboy. “Brick hit him with the side of his hand. Right on the old apple. I’ll betcha that jigger will have an apple-juice taste in his mouth for a month.”
Hendricks congratulated Brick silently and Brick grinned.
“I seen yuh wig-waggin’ me, Al. Santel was on the prod, eh?”
“He sure was, Brick. You ain’t heard about what he found out, have yuh?”
“Grant was tellin’ me, Al.”