“Brick,” Harp’s voice was strained, “are you tryin’ to be funny?”
“Not intentionally, cowboy. Miss Miller is educated and she’s bound to recognize talent. I could tell by the way she was lookin’ at yuh that she admires yuh a heap. In fact, she had tears in her eyes. By golly, that’s appreciation. And she ain’t even heard yuh yet.”
“Yeah, I know all about them tears,” snorted Harp. “Mrs. Wesson told her what happened.”
“Well,” hopefully, “mebbe they was tears of sympathy, Harp.”
“Like ! I suppose I’ll never hear the last of this. What do we do today, Brick?”
“I dunno. I’ve got a danged good notion to ride up to the Red Hill mine today. I want to have a little talk with Barney Devine. He might have an idea, and I haven’t seen him since that hold-up. Want to go along?”
“Yeah, I’d like to.”
Harp was willing to go anywhere. He wanted to get out of Marlin City.
“All right. We’ll bust out of here about noon, Harp.”