Hashknife eased himself in the saddle and reached for his cigaret material.
“I’ll do everythin’ I can to hook it onto him,” he said.
“You will?” Sleepy’s surprize was genuine.
“Sure will. Me and you and Skelton have got to lie like —— to keep out of jail ourselves.”
“But the Swede never killed him.”
“Neither did we, Sleepy. I reckon Mrs. Frosty Snow can get along without Swede Sam for a while—and Swede Sam ain’t got brains enough to mind bein’ locked up.”
“But they couldn’t put me and you in jail,” protested Sleepy.
“Thasso? They put Swede Sam in.”
Which left Sleepy without an argument worth while.