Stand up to eat.”
Oyster Shell chanted it softly, noticing that the detective was sitting rather sidewise in the saddle. Wade grinned widely.
“I guess that’s right,” he said. “I’m not used to riding.”
“You workin’ on that train robbery?” asked Eskimo.
“Yes, I’m supposed to be,” he turned and looked at Jimmy Legg, who was still leaning against Johnny Grant. “They tell me you’re a stranger around here, Mr. Legg.”
“I—I’ve been here a while,” stammered Jimmy Legg.
“Uh-huh,” nodded the sheriff, breaking in on the detective. “You showed up the night of the robbery, didn’t yuh?”
“He did not,” said Johnny Grant quickly, “he was here the day before.”
“Here at the AK?” queried Porter.
“Yeah,” defiantly.