“Hello,” greeted Grant, “I guess I showed up too late to see the fun, eh? Did you see Brick ride the grizzly?”
“No, I didn’t see it,” replied Leach a trifle sullenly.
“Wish I had,” laughed Grant. “Jimmy tells me that it was worth seein’. Brick’s got plenty of nerve.”
“Yes, that’s a cinch.”
“Hear anythin’ more from that detective, Sam?”
“Not a word. But that don’t bother me. Santel said he’d be here as soon as he could make the trip, and he’ll be here.”
“Good man, eh?” reflectively. “Yuh know we’re kinda leavin’ this up to you, Sam. I know that Brick didn’t like the idea, and I don’t know that I do. I had a talk with Hendricks”
“Want me to send him back?” queried Leach, “, I thought you fellows”
“No, we’ll let him go ahead, Sam. If he cleans up this gang, it will be fine. Still, I wonder if Brick”
Two men were coming from McGill’s saloon and Grant stopped with his question unasked. It was two of the men who had been there when Baldy had knocked McGill down. They were Bud Keller and Ed Smeed, two cowboys from over in the Smoky Hills.