“And pack a snake around in yore teeth,” added Sleepy.
Marion laughed at the expression of Nanah’s face.
“I not bite snake,” declared the squaw seriously.
“That’s right,” said Hashknife. “Don’t-cha do it, Nanah.”
They shoved back from the table and rolled cigarets, while Nanah and Marion cleared away the dishes.
“If you were going to try and find the men who held up that train—where would you look?” asked Marion.
Hashknife smiled over his cigaret.
“That’s hard to say. I’d have to do a little addition, subtraction and division. Didja ever get far enough in school to work on problems where they let X equal the missin’ numbers?”
Marion smiled.
“Yes, I have, Mr. Hartley.”