Hashknife smiled thinly and looked around, nodding to the men. Morgan halted with a stack of chips in his hand.
‘Just in time, Hartley,’ he said. ‘Grab a seat.’
‘Didja get down into the cañon?’ asked Spike.
‘I shore did,’ smiled Hashknife.
‘F’r gosh sake, where? Did Sleepy tell yuh the trouble we had? Where’d yuh get down?’
‘Morgan showed me the place.’
All eyes were turned to Dave Morgan. He placed his chips on the table and looked at Hashknife.
‘Did you foller me down?’ he asked easily.
‘I did.’
‘Well, I’ll be darned. After you boys left here, I got an idea that there might be a place to get down; so I rode down and tried it. I never knew anybody was follerin’ me. Sure, I got down. But I couldn’t get anywhere; so I went north ag’in, and finally gave it up.’