“What do yuh think of it?”
“Well,” Brick grinned widely, “I feel suspicious of myself.”
“I told Santel he was crazy.”
“Thank yuh, Al.”
“But look out for Santel, Brick. I don’t know a thing about him, but I’ll bet he won’t forgive yuh.”
“If he does, he’s plumb loco. Anyway, I ain’t lookin’ for forgiveness. See yuh later, Al.”
Brick and Silent went down to the livery-stable and found the gangling youth in charge, sitting in the office, playing a game of solitaire.
“Where’s McKeever?” asked Brick.
“I dunno. I come to work at four o’clock, but he wasn’t here.”
“He didn’t say where he was goin’, did he?”