“That shore is funny,” said Sleepy seriously.
“There’s a lot of queer things in the world,” said Hashknife. “It kinda amazes us three to think that there should be two sets of Hartleys and Stevens runnin’ loose thataway. In fact, there ain’t many folks that would believe it; so let’s not tell anybody else, sheriff.”
Slim eased himself in his saddle and nodded shortly.
“I don’t want to make myself out a liar,” he said seriously. “As far as I know, there’s only one set.”
“And that’s no lie,” smiled Hashknife.
They rode past the little schoolhouse and saw Lila and Angel on the porch, talking to each other. Hashknife happened to see the expression on Slim’s face when he saw Lila and Angel, and he knew the sheriff was annoyed.
“That was Angel McCoy and Lila Stevens,” said Slim. “At least, they say her name is Stevens.”
“Thasso?” grunted Sleepy. “What do yuh know about that? I’ve knowed a lot of folks named Stevens, but she’s the first one I ever felt like scrapin’ up relationship with.”
CHAPTER XIII—TWO SUSPECTS
Lila had sent for Angel. After what had happened in the Eagle that night, she felt that she would never want to speak to him again; but she wanted to know what was in that letter. Angel had only blurted a few words.