“And he’s staying at the Double Bar 8, is he?”
“Not very —— long, he ain’t!” snapped Tex.
He whirled on his heel and looked down toward the sheriff’s office, where Marion was just coming out, accompanied by the sheriff.
“How long before they can identify that dog, Lee?” he asked.
“When the train gets in tonight, Tex.”
“Uh-huh. I’ll see yuh later, Lee.”
“All right; and in the meantime you better think over some of the things I’ve told you.”
But Tex did not reply. Marion had mounted her horse. Tex called to her, but she did not reply, as she spurred her horse to a gallop, heading toward home. Tex swore softly and went on, joining the sheriff at the doorway of the office.
“Hyah, Tex,” greeted the sheriff.
“All right, Scotty,” grunted Tex. “Mind lettin’ me see the Taylor family?”