“Who is McGill?” asked Santel.
“A saloon-keeper in Silverton. Not exactly a worthy citizen, but tolerated. No, I don’t reckon that McGill shot Baldy.”
They left the doctor’s office and walked back to the street. Grant offered to buy a drink, but the other two men declined with thanks. Santel was very serious, and Brick thought very sad.
“Is Santel goin’ to stay with you, Grant?” asked Brick.
They had halted in front of Wesson’s store, and as Brick spoke Mrs. Wesson and Miss Miller came out of the store and walked past them. Brick and Grant spoke to the ladies. Miss Miller glanced keenly at Santel, but he did not pay them the slightest attention.
“Yeah, he is goin’ to stay at my ranch,” replied Grant, after the women were out of ear-shot. “I’ve hired him to punch cows.”
“Well, he looks capable,” grinned Brick.
Santel looked up quickly. He straightened his shoulders and shifted his heavy cartridge-belt slightly.
“Are they goin’ to hunt for the kid again today?” he asked.
Brick nodded.