“Since yesterday, I think. They wanted me to tell where the Lost Trail is, but I didn’t tell.”
Suddenly he raised himself up on one elbow staring at Cultus.
“They killed Buck Gillis yesterday. I don’t know which ones shot him—they wore masks. And they brought me here.”
He sank back on the cot, breathing heavily.
“Buck arrested me for robbin’ the bank, yuh know.”
“Yeah, we know about that, Blaze,” replied Cultus. “But you never robbed any bank.”
“No,” breathed Blaze. “I never robbed anybody.”
“Fine. We’ll see if we can find some kind of a rig to take him to town, sheriff; he ain’t able to ride.”
“You stay here with him, and I’ll find the rig.”
Bad News ran down the stairs. He didn’t notice that Mac Rawls had changed his position and was lying with his face pillowed on one arm, and that his snake-like eyes watched the sheriff step over the unconscious Chinaman.