‘Yuh think he did, eh?’ sneered Morgan.
‘Well, it shore looks that away, Dave.’
‘Yea-a-ah? Huh! I don’t sabe why that key wasn’t turned over to the sheriff. Leavin’ it layin’ around——’
‘Wait a minute,’ cautioned Bowen. ‘You ain’t aimin’ to put the dead wood on any of us, are yuh?’
‘I’m not aimin’ at anybody,’ angrily. ‘But it don’t look right for that safe to be empty, does it?’
‘Aw, what the hell!’ snorted Spike. ‘It’s empty, and that’s all there is to it.’
‘Mebby not all,’ retorted Dave. ‘Pete must have had some money. There’s damn little in the bank; I found that out.’
‘Well, what are yuh goin’ to do about it?’ demanded Dell. ‘It shore looks to me as though yuh was a little previous, Dave.’
‘Yuh think so, do yuh, Bowen?’ Dave hooked his thumbs over his cartridge belt and glared at the red-faced cowboy who had acted as Peter Morgan’s foreman. ‘Lemme tell you somethin’. This 6X6 belongs to me. It’s only a matter of a few days until I move in here and take charge.’
‘Suits me,’ grunted Bowen.