“Safest way,” nodded old Rance. “Split with nobody and keep yore mouth shut.”
“What was his description?” asked Chuckwalla.
“Not worth repeatin’,” said Slim. “It would cover half of the men in the Valley.”
“Nobody got hurt, eh?” questioned old Rance.
“Not that we know about. The messenger got his gun and emptied it, after the robber left the car, and they said the robber fired a shot or two back at him. Just shootin’ in the dark.”
“It wasn’t done by a gr-r-reenhorn,” declared Scotty. “That job was done by a man who knew what to do; a man who had plenty of nerve.”
“No reward yet, is there?” asked Chuckwalla.
“Too soon,” said Slim. “But there will be. I’ve got a hunch that it was a big haul.”
“The Overland carries millions a day,” said Chuck seriously.
“Let’s be goin’,” suggested Scotty, getting to his feet. “Chuck’s imagination will get the best of him some day.”