“Baldy will be getting out of here rather late, if he don’t hurry,” observed Devine.
“He’s usually on time,” replied the man. “Anyway, I can’t get a train out of Marlin until near midnight.”
“Goin’ for a trip?” asked Brick.
“Going to Frisco. My folks live there. I’ve been here at the mine for almost two years without a vacation; so I think it is about time to see the old folks.”
“That’s right,” smiled Brick. “I wish I could see mine. Goin’ out on the stage, eh?”
“If it ever shows up.”
“If it ever shows up?” parroted Brick. “Hasn’t it been here?”
“Not today.”
Brick and Harp stared at each other. They could hardly believe that statement.
“Why, it went through Marlin City about eleven o’clock,” stated Brick.