“Sure. If you go up there, look into that proposition. I’ll bet you could buy Angel out for a song. He’s all through in that country.”
They finished their breakfast and walked out to the main street of Welcome.
“Well, we might as well start, I suppose,” said Sleepy dolefully.
“Start where?”
“Don’t try to be funny, Hashknife. Yore neck stretched a foot when he mentioned that holdup.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Oh, yeah,” mimicked Sleepy. “Now, don’t tell me you’re interested in their fall roundup.”
“With twenty dollars between us—I ought to.”
“And you talkin’ about investin’ in a saloon.”
“I didn’t. He asked me if we was lookin’ over the place, and I intimated we was interested enough to invest what we had in a payin’ proposition. He didn’t need to know we had only twenty dollars, did he? And yuh learn a lot more about conditions if they think you’ve got money.”