“Blackwood and Holy Moses,” grinned Hashknife.
Blackwood moistened his lips.
“You!” he grunted with a great effort. “I didn’t know it was you.”
“Danged right you didn’t,” agreed Hashknife. “If you did, you and that elephantnosed horse-thief over there would ’a’ fogged for Canada.”
“Thasso?” retorted the big-nosed cowboy, and cleared his throat with great difficulty.
Hashknife appeared to size up the rest of the crowd.
“I dunno the rest of you, gentlemen, but you’re in danged bad comp’ny.”
“You two are under arrest,” declared Blue loudly, “and we want Lonesome Lee’s body.”
“You don’t need to watch these two,” stated Skelton from the doorway, indicating Blue and the doctor. Skelton had them covered with his double-barreled shot-gun.
“You’re under arrest, too!” wailed Blue nervously. “Better submit quietly if you know what’s good fer you.”