‘Well, f’r God’s sake! Lemme think. Somebody shot through yore window? That’s bein’ tough, ain’t it? And was it the horse Nan rode to-day?’
‘There was only two horses in the stable, Lem.’
‘What do yuh know? Huh! Well.’ Lem picked up his pants and began dressing, his fat face very serious. ‘I reckon it’s up to us to find out somethin’, Hashknife. Where could they go? Looks ridiculous, don’t it? Who’d want to harm Nan Lane? Say, I took that evidence up with the prosecutor. He says he’ll release young Lane as soon as he has a talk with the judge. What did Nan think about it?’
‘We never got a chance to tell her.’
‘Tha-a-at’s right. What had we ort to do first? Can’t find a damn thing in the dark. Mebby we better ride to Mesa City and see what we can see, eh? There ain’t no chance for them two folks to get off the main road between here and the Lane ranch. Are yuh shore they didn’t say Mesa City instead of Cañonville?’
‘They wrote Cañonville, Lem.’
‘Well, if they got here, I never did see ’em. I might inquire around a little.’
‘I don’t think that would do any good. They’d come here.’
‘I could ask Joe Cave. He’s livin’ at the hotel.’
‘But you’ve been here long enough to have seen ’em, Lem. They must have come here behind yuh, otherwise we would have met ’em on the road between here and the ranch.’