‘Well, I suppose we’ll have to do something like that.’
‘Sure. But the limb of the law waves so damn slow in a country like this that we’ll wear the seats out of our pants waitin’ for them to try the Lane family for murder. I reckon we’ll just stick around and see what happens.’
They talked it over with Nan and Sleepy at the ranch. Nan wanted to go to Cañonville and try for a job.
‘I might get work in a restaurant,’ she said. ‘That would relieve you boys of my presence. I didn’t realize the situation until now.’
‘You are not going to work in any restaurant,’ declared Rex warmly. ‘We can get along out here. I’ve still got my five dollars.’
‘You bloated financier!’ exploded Sleepy. ‘If you knew anythin’ about poker, I’d take that five away from yuh.’
‘I don’t know anything about poker,’ said Rex quickly, ‘but if you want the five, I’ll give it to you, Sleepy.’
‘Thank yuh,’ grunted Sleepy, rather taken back by Rex’s generosity. ‘I reckon yore all right, kid; we’ll get along.’
‘Can yuh imagine that?’ he asked Hashknife a little later on.
‘Rex is all right, Sleepy.’