“Nobody; I just felt it.”
“Uh-huh; and I’ll tell yuh why, Hartley.”
Slim explained about finding Rance McCoy’s horse near the spot where the safe had been blown, and some of the things that happened during the actual blowing of the safe. He told Hashknife about the bruise on the old man’s head, and of the shots that had been fired at Scotty, when he went back to guard their evidence.
“Maybe somebody stole the horse,” said Hashknife.
“If they did, why didn’t the old man say something about it? He’s never said a word about it. And the men who shot at Scotty took away the saddle, after skinnin’ off all the brands and iden-tifyin’ marks.”
“How does it happen that yuh never arrested him?”
“Stole too much money. Amounts to over a hundred thousand, and when a man steals that much it’s pretty hard to put him in jail until after the money is found, yuh know.”
“That’s all right; but how are yuh goin’ to find out?”
“And there yuh are,” sighed Slim.
“You spoke about Angel McCoy goin’ broke. The robbery was a one-man job.”