“Who knows? Butch might have enemies, Slim.”
“I suppose he might. I’d better saddle up. When the doctor shows up, tell him I’m goin’ out. Mebby I’ll beat him there. Want to go along, Hashknife?”
Hashknife shook his head quickly.
“You don’t need me, Slim.”
“I’ll take Chuck. I left him tryin’ to get his legs out of his coat-sleeves. Made a mistake and grabbed his coat instead of his pants.”
Hashknife and Sleepy went back to the hotel.
“What’s gone wrong with this country?” asked Sleepy. “Ain’t they got no respect for human life?”
“Not in their frame of mind. From now on, look out. When they start playin’ this here tit-tat-toe stuff with bullets, yuh never know when you’re goin’ to be ‘it.’ I don’t like the rules they use.”
“What do you know?” demanded Sleepy.
“Guessin’ a little, Sleepy.”