‘What do yuh think of that young Morgan?’ asked Lem.
Hashknife grinned slowly. ‘He’s so damned ignorant that he might do somethin’ smart. I figure he’s been raised in a hothouse, Lem. Still, he’s got a sense of humor, and he ain’t all fool. Just between me and you, he’s got somethin’ on his mind.’
‘Mebby it’s the wallop he got on the head, Hashknife.’
‘Mebby.’
Nan had come out to the buggy; so the two men sauntered toward the front of the house.
‘We’ll stay here at the ranch,’ said Hashknife, as Nan held out her hand to him.
‘Thank you,’ she said simply.
‘And when they put yuh on the witness stand,’ said Hashknife slowly, ‘don’t offer anythin’. If yuh don’t feel like answerin’ a question, jist say yuh don’t know. The law never hung anybody for not rememberin’.’
‘That’s fine advice to a witness, right in my presence,’ grinned Lem, as he untied the horse.
‘I shall follow that advice,’ said Nan firmly. ‘Good-bye, Mr. Hartley. Take good care of Rex.’