“You never knew a Glover in eastern Montana.”
“I guess not, Sleepy.”
“Oh, all right.”
They rode back to Red Arrow and stabled their horses, after which Hashknife walked to the depot and sent a telegram to the Wells Fargo, asking for certain information on Paulsen, the messenger, who had been in charge of the express car the night of the robbery.
Slim had some news for Hashknife. Dell Blackwell and “Boomer” Weed had quit the Half-Box R. The murder of Ed Corby caused them to draw what they had coming, and they were now in Red Arrow. This left only Einar Sorensen, a tall, colorless Swede, at the ranch with Butch.
“And I’ll betcha Butch would like to quit, too,” said Chuck Ring. “He’s gettin’ jumpy.”
“Did the boys say anythin’ about somebody gunnin’ for ’em?” asked Hashknife.
“They didn’t say,” laughed Chuck. “But they wasn’t takin’ any chances. Somebody’s gone crazy, I think.”
“Looks thataway.”
Later on in the day Hashknife told Slim about what he had seen in the hills that morning, describing the man as near as he could.