“The hell I am! What about?”
“He says it was you that framed the deal with Paulsen.”
The Kid started toward Butch, but Sleepy yanked him back.
“And you know damn well it’s the truth!” rasped Butch.
“You fool!” screamed the Kid, trying to tear loose from Sleepy. “What have you told?”
“Told?” queried Butch blankly. “Why, you told ’em——”
“Oh, you poor fool! I never told anythin’!”
Butch slumped back on the floor, glaring his hate at Hashknife, who grinned over his cigarette.
“Try and find the money!” snarled Butch.
“By God, you’ll never find it.”