“Why don’tcha find out how much she knows, Mac?” he asked.
“Whatsa use? Anyway, we’ve got to get goin’, Chuck. Old Man Reber won’t stop to ask many questions.”
McLeese twisted the handkerchief, forced June’s teeth apart and tied the gag. As he was finishing the job, Bell examined the gun he had taken from her. Suddenly he cried out:
“This is Jack Silver’s gun!”
“What’re yuh talkin’ about?” asked McLeese.
“I tell yuh it is, Mac! There’s the S carved on the bottom of the handle. I’ve seen it lots of times. Where do you suppose she got it?”
McLeese looked at June, who was none too comfortable with the gag between her teeth.
“Take that rag out and let her talk,” suggested Bell, but McLeese shook his head.
“She’d lie about it, anyway.”
He indicated the closed door, where June had locked Silver.