“But you didn’t renew his mortgage.”
The old cashier stared at Blaze wonderingly.
“What do you know of these things?” he asked.
“I know that Kendall Marsh owns control of this bank, and that Painted Valley mortgages are not to be renewed.”
The old man nodded sadly.
“I guess your information is correct, Blaze; but I didn’t know it was public knowledge, yet. You seem to know considerable about the private affairs of Kendall Marsh.”
Blaze grinned knowingly.
“Yeah, that’s right. Me and Marsh are very familiar. In fact, we take shots at each other once in a while. It’s my turn next.”
He sauntered on up the street, leaving Freeman to stare after him and wonder what Blaze meant.
“Well, bless my soul!” exploded Freeman. “Taking shots at each other? This is rather a peculiar state of affairs, it seems to me.”