“I dunno, Silent. Me and Harp met Santel just below here that day. Anyway, he knows somethin’ about it, and I’m goin’ to find out what he knows, if I have to drill him plumb full of lead to let the information leak out.”
Whizzer was asleep when they rode up to Wesson’s home and dismounted. Mrs. Wesson met Brick at the door, and gasped with surprize at sight of his burden. Whizzer woke up and began crying, but the sleep had refreshed him and he quit crying as soon as he realized that he was no longer in the tunnel.
In a few words Brick explained how they had found him, and in less time than that Mrs. Wesson had placed him at the table behind a big bowl of bread and milk. He ate ravenously, while Mrs. Wesson sat across the table from him, her eyes filled with tears, and promised him a nice warm bath and a soft bed.
“Gotta find my daddy,” he told her. “They didn’t give me no bread and milk.”
“What did they give yuh, honey?” asked Mrs. Wesson.
Whizzer swallowed a big portion of bread, almost choking over it.
“They gimme ,” he said simply.
“Yuh can’t beat him, can yuh?” grinned Brick. “He’s a buckaroo.”
“I lost m’ spur. Mebbe—” he smiled at Brick—“mebbe my daddy’s got it. He said he was goin’ to git me ’nother one.”
“Where’s Harp?” asked Silent.