“Well, the dem cusses!” he said earnestly. “Thirty thousand dollars, eh. Worth taking eh? Who wouldn’t? Got anythin’ to work on, Scotty?”
“Well,” said Scotty darkly, “we might have more’n anybody’d think, George. Did the boys find their horses?”
“Hm-m-m-m,” the old man scratched his head. “Seems to me I did hear one of ’em say they walked home, and that their horses was here when they arrived. Them broncs was raised here at the AK, and they’d head for home. I didn’t pay much attention, but I did hear Eskimo say that somebody turned their broncs loose in town last night.”
“I jist wondered if they got ’em,” said Scotty.
Bonnette squinted at Scotty, his brows lifted inquiringly.
“Didja ride all the way out here to find that out?”
“Not exactly, George. Yuh see, them three jaspers locked me in my own jail last night. Didja know that?”
“In yore own jail? No, I didn’t know it, Scotty.”
“Yeah, they did, George. And I was in there when word came of the robbery, and didn’t know a thing about it. They’re liable for blockin’ the law.”
“Yeah, I s’pose they are. Huh!” Bonnette turned away, choking a trifle, and when he turned back there were tears in his eyes.