“I know they do, Al. But —— it, they won’t listen to reason. I dunno why they locked me in that jail last night.”
Porter grinned sarcastically, but sobered suddenly.
“Say, Scotty, here’s somethin’ to think about. They locked yuh in yore cell, and in about an hour the train was held up. Does that mean anythin’ to you?”
Scotty shook his head.
“My ——, yo’re dense. Listen:” Porter repeated his statement. “Now do yuh get it?”
“You mean—they locked me up and robbed the train?”
“They locked yuh up—and the train was robbed, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I know that, Al; but they was too drunk.”
“Acted too drunk, yuh mean.”
“Well, they acted—say, Al,” the sheriff grinned slowly, “you sure can see things. I wonder if that ain’t right? But it ain’t enough evidence to arrest ’em on, is it?”