He waved his hand at Harry, and went back to the buggy.
CHAPTER XXIV: THE MAN WHO PLAYED ’POSSUM
Bad News awoke with a start. He slept on a cot in his office, and he was not in the habit of arising until the sun was peeping through a dirty window on the east side of his office. He tried to see what time it was by his watch, but the light was too weak.
Then came the hammering on the door again. He slid off the bunk, picked up his six-shooter and approached the door.
“Who’s there?” he asked hoarsely.
“Collins.”
“What the hell do yuh think yuh are—an owl?”
Cultus laughed softly. “It’s five o clock, Bad News.”
Bad News unlocked the door and let Cultus in.
“Climb into yore clothes; we’re goin’ for a ride.”