“Must be in town,” said Langley. “No house or hay-stack between here and Red Arrow.”
“Jist enough wind to burn the town,” said Fohl.
“Well, we can’t help it,” said Langley. “Let’s play cards.”
They went back and started their game, but there was an undercurrent of nervousness which caused them to play in a forced, jerky manner. Briggs continually listened, and he soon had the others doing the same thing.
“Aw, hell!” snorted Langley. “This makes me tired. What are you listenin’ for, Roper?”
“I dunno,” confessed Roper foolishly. “What’s the rest of yuh listenin’ for? I’m not doin’ it alone.”
“Well, quit it! Yuh make me jumpy. Gimme three cards, One-Eye. Three cards! My God, can’tcha count? Not five—three!”
“Don’t bark at me!” roared One-Eye, who was usually rather soft-spoken.
“You’ve got it, too, have yuh?” Langley threw his cards down on the table and shoved his chair back.
“What’s that?” exclaimed Roper Briggs.