“That’s Kid Glover all right,” said Slim. “Why didn’t yuh collect yore horse when yuh had a chance?”
“That would be the natural thing to do, Slim; but I’m the greatest person yuh ever seen to act unnatural. That black hat we found on the bridge that mornin’ would just about fit Kid Glover.”
“By God!” exploded Slim. He opened his safe and took out the black sombrero.
“That’s where I’ve seen it!” he exclaimed. “Right on the head of Kid Glover! What do yuh know about that? Hashknife, do yuh suppose he had anythin’ to do with the killin’ of DuMond?”
“Looks as though he did.”
“Well, I’ll be damned! Let’s go and get him.”
“Why would he kill DuMond?”
“That don’t matter. We’ve got his hat and——”
“Yeah, we’ve got the hat. But yuh can’t hang a man for losin’ a hat, can yuh? That don’t prove anythin’.”
“We’ll get him for horse-stealin’ and make him admit the rest of his crimes. Why, it might have been him who killed Corby!”