“By golly, that’s right! But who could it be?”
“That’s it,” grumbled Sleepy.
“Well, he could ’a’ made out long enough to have robbed the train,” said Honey. “He’s prob’ly high-tailin’ it out of the country right now. It looks to me as though he’s about twenty-five thousand dollars ahead of the game, and a man’s a fool who never knows when he’s got enough.”
“Easy money,” said Hashknife thoughtfully. “No man ever quits takin’ easy money.”
“Yuh don’t think he’ll try it again, do yuh?” asked Honey.
“From my point of view—yeah, I think he will, Honey.”
Honey snorted and threw away his cigarette.
“I’ll betcha he’s pullin’ away from here awful fast. Joe ain’t no fool. I’ll bet he knows when he’s had enough.”
“Might be,” said Hashknife. “But I doubt it. Suppose we ride over to town and have a look around.”
Sleepy and Honey were more than willing. They told the girls they would be back for supper. Peggy drew Hashknife aside and wanted to know what the sheriff had in mind. Hashknife told her frankly that Cates was a detective, and wanted him to help find Joe Rich.