“Know either of ’em?” asked Hashknife.
“I don’t,” declared Hill. “Do any of you fellers?”
There was a general chorus of negative replies.
“Mind talkin’ about ’em?” asked Micky.
“Down at Totem City I’ll tell about ’em,” said Hashknife. “The sheriff will probably want to know.”
“Prob’ly,” said Gene Hill dryly. “You are the two jiggers that made a getaway from the inquest, eh? I’ll betcha the sheriff will be glad to see yuh. We’ve all been kinda lookin’ for yuh.”
“By golly, that’s right!” exploded Mel Asher.
“And now that you’ve found us?” said Hashknife.
“Well,” said Hill after several moments of silence, “we didn’t want yuh so awful bad, yuh know. The sheriff kinda cussed a little, but as long as you’re goin’ down to see him, I reckon it’ll be all right.”
“Thank yuh,” said Hashknife. “Mebbe you’d like to ride back and hear what I tell the sheriff.”