“Is that so?”
“Yeah. Yuh see, Brick ain’t no detective—he’s a man-hunter.”
“Man-hunter?” Leach laughed sarcastically. “Who did he ever catch?”
“You better read local hist’ry,” advised Harp.
“Brick got a few of ’em,” nodded Grant.
“History, eh?” Leach grinned. “I suppose he has had it all written out and bound in books.”
“All except the last chapter,” said Harp seriously. “He’s writin’ that now, I reckon.”
Leach laughed and walked away.
“He don’t like you, Harp,” smiled Grant.
“By golly, that just about breaks me all up, Bill. When I look at him and know he don’t like me, I just tremble with emotion. Yes sir, it’s just like havin’ a chill. Yuh goin’ to the dance?”