“That sure is good to hear.”
“They were headin’ for there when they passed us,” whispered Sleepy.
The rest of the cowboys came out with the sheriff, talking excitedly, but at sight of Hashknife and Sleepy they stopped talking. Several of them looked at the sheriff, as if expecting him to say something, but he remained silent.
“I hear yuh caught Eph King,” said Hashknife easily. “Do yuh mind lettin’ me talk to him for a minute?”
The sheriff laughed and looked around at the cowboys.
“He’s got about as much chance of that as he has of talkin’ to the King of England, ain’t he?”
“Less than that,” laughed Gene Hill.
“We might put him in, too,” suggested Micky Hart.
“Yeah?” Hashknife grinned widely at Micky. “Yuh might. But it wouldn’t be a healthy dose for the place, cowboy.”
“You don’t want to talk too much,” warned Hill. “You two hombres ain’t any too well balanced around here.”