“That’s what we’d like to know,” replied Monty. “Chuckwalla thought yuh might like to know, Slim.”
Hashknife grinned to himself, because he had seen Jim Langley and Angel McCoy going toward the Circle Spade. Were they expecting to find the hidden treasure in the ranch-house, he wondered? Did they think Rance McCoy had cached the loot from the Wells Fargo in his own house?
But as suddenly the inward grin departed. He seemed to hear Jim Langley saying:
“I’ll bet yuh ten-to-one he never comes back.”
Hashknife jerked out of his chair, swung out of the office, and headed for the Red Arrow, where he knew he would find Sleepy.
“What happened to the clam?” wondered Scotty McKay aloud. Scotty was still bandaged, but able to be about.
“Didja see him shoot out of here, Slim?”
Slim nodded wearily.
Hashknife started for the Red Arrow, but changed his mind and went to the post-office, where he inquired for mail. He knew there would be none, but he wanted a chance to converse with the postmaster, an old, gray-bearded man.
“You know Kid Glover, don’tcha?” asked Hashknife.