“Yea-a-a-ah? Well, when you find out where he is, yuh better take plenty of help along to get him, Len; two of yuh ain’t enough.”
Kelsey could see that the argument might wax rather hot; so he got to his feet, stretched wearily and told Ralston they better be going. Nobody asked them to stay. Honey looked after them morosely.
“Don’t like ’em, eh?” queried Hashknife.
“No! You boys go ahead and hitch up the team. I’ve got to tell the girls about that robbery. I sure hate to tell Peggy that they think Joe pulled that job, but I’d rather tell her than to have her get it from somebody else.”
The team was hitched when Honey came back, and he drove out to the main road.
“How did she take it?” asked Hashknife.
Honey looked at Hashknife, a pained expression on his face.
“A-a-a-aw heck!” he said explosively.
“Does she believe it?”
“Huh! I dunno what she believes. Yuh can’t tell nothin’ about a woman, Hartley. She didn’t say anythin’. I was wonderin’ if she heard what I told her, but I reckon she did. Anyway she didn’t say anythin’—jist walked away.”