“We’re going away on the noon freight,” said his father.
“Back to Los Angeles, eh?”
Marsh nodded.
“You’ll prob’ly get a bill from Della,” grinned Butch.
Marsh’s jaw tightened quickly.
“I’ll take care of her case.”
Butch’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Then, “Yo’re kinda leavin’ us holdin’ the sack, ain’tcha?”
“I don’t think so. But there’s no use discussing it here. I’ve told Hank North just what I want done and he’ll tell you. But before you do much of anything, I want to know more about that trail. If that story was true about the dynamiting, the trail may be wiped out. But if Blaze Nolan was the only one who knew it, who dynamited it? I’m inclined to think that Cultus and the girl lied.”
“Mebbe they did. Who stayed at the ranch?”
“Mac Rawls. Oh, that end of it is all right.”