“Fun, eh?” gritted Barnhardt. “I’ll make him think it was fun. He owes the X Bar 6 eight thousand dollars, and he’ll pay it, or go to jail for embezzlement. I’ll show him! And for your own information, I’ll tell you that Tex knew the money for the Santa Rita was coming in on that train.”
“How did he know that, Lee?”
“By ——, I told him it was!”
“How did you know?”
“I guessed it.”
The sheriff sat down and studied the situation, while the lawyer caressed his sore jaw and wondered if he was showing good judgment in telling all this about Tex.
“And you think Tex held up that train, Lee?”
“I didn’t say that, Scotty.”
“No, I know yuh didn’t; but yuh hinted at it. If Tex hears this, he’ll hit yuh with somethin’ besides his fist.”
“I suppose.” Lee looked gloomily at the wall, one eye half shut from the pain in his jaw.