“Well, that shore settles it,” he said. “C’mon, Sleepy.”
CHAPTER XXII—THE TRAIL AGAIN
The crowd stepped aside and let them go. No one said anything. Possibly the men were so shocked over what had happened that night that they didn’t know what to say.
Hashknife and Sleepy went to the hotel and got their war-bags, mounted their horses, and rode southward out of Red Arrow. Some one called to them from the sheriff’s office, but they did not heed. Their work was over, and nothing remained to be done.
“It shore feels good to have a horse between yore legs again, Sleepy,” said Hashknife. “That Half-Box R bay was all right, but nothin’ like Ghost. It’s funny what a simple horse trade will lead to. Kid Glover’s bay picks up a sharp rock, and from there she rolls bigger and bigger, like a snowball rollin’ down a hill. But it was all right, pardner. We’ll get to Arizona before snow flies in this country. Things like this kinda break the monotony, don’tcha know it?”
“There was five thousand dollars reward,” reminded Sleepy.
“Yeah, there was. And it’ll be a good thing for Slim and Lila to start housekeepin’ on.”
“Yeah, that’s true, Hashknife. It was plenty fun, but not a bit remunerative.”
“It ain’t what yuh get, Sleepy; it’s what yuh learn.”
“What in hell didja learn?”