“Looks as though he did,” grunted Buck. “My Gawd, you do ask the craziest questions, Bad News.”
Blaze folded up the telegram and gave it back to the sheriff.
“I’m out on parole, Buck,” he said.
“I thought yuh was. But how in the devil didja get out?”
“And what does Kendall Marsh want of yuh?” added Bad News.
“I’ll answer the telegram, Buck,” ignoring the questions. “See yuh later, I hope.”
“What’s it all about?” queried the sheriff, after Blaze had gone up the street. “What did he say, Bad News?”
“He didn’t say.”
“You prob’ly never gave him a chance to say anythin’. What do you reckon Marsh wants of him? Did Marsh git him out?”
“He never mentioned Marsh. But why would Marsh get him out. My Gosh, Marsh was against him at the trial. It’s a cinch Blaze ain’t no friend to young Marsh. Me and Blaze met Marsh and Van Deen on the street, and Blaze refused to shake hands with Marsh. I thought there was going to be trouble. What do you make of it, Buck?”