“Do you remember one night out at the X Bar 6, just after Goode had hired out to you, and I was there? We were talking about rustlers and horse-thieves, and Goode told us some of the things that happened in the Modoc country. He lived at Black Wells, I believe. Don’t you remember the names now, Tex?”
“Lee, I believe yo’re right. What was it he called the tall one?”
“Hashknife.”
“That was it! But are these the same men, Lee?”
“I heard the tall one called by that name a while ago.”
“Huh! What do yuh reckon they’re doin’ over here?”
Lee smiled crookedly.
“I dunno, Tex; but it has probably got something to do with the train robbery. And if I had held up that train, I’d sure hate to have these men on my trail. Ask Goode more about them, Tex.”
Tex nodded slowly, thoughtfully. Suddenly he jerked ahead, his eyes boring into Barnhardt.
“Why should I worry about ’em? They can’t hang anythin’ on to me, by ——!”