“How?”
“Law requires that I search all prisoners, tha’s why.”
“Thasso?” Spot Easton grew interested. “You goin’ to put him in jail?”
“I sure as —— am. More’n that, I’m goin’ to put the both of ’em in jail, along with old man Skelton.”
“How you goin’ to make it look right?”
Blue spat copiously and grinned at the ceiling.
“That was old Skelton’s rifle which they found beside the drunk Swede.”
“Skelton’s rifle? And he brought it to you?”
“Nope. I went past there yesterday and I dropped in to call on Skelton—knowin’ he was in town.”
“And swiped his rifle?”