“Yeah.”
“Well, much obliged, anyway. See yuh later.”
Briggs walked around the house with them, and he was still there when Hashknife and Sleepy swung out of sight around a brushy curve on the road.
“Well, that didn’t amount to much,” said Sleepy.
Hashknife laughed softly.
“Mebby not; mebby yes. All depends.”
“What put the idea into yore head to ask where that horse thief Glover came from?”
“Merely curious.”
“I didn’t even know Glover ever worked for the JML.”
“Lotsa things you don’t know, cowboy.”