“Just lookin’ around,” he said, as if his actions demanded an explanation. “This is where they found Jim Wheeler, yuh know.”
“That’s what they tell me. I reckon the rain wiped out any tracks yuh might expect to find.”
“Yeah, it did,” said Ralston quickly. “We found that out.”
“No sign of Joe Rich, eh?”
“Not a single sign!” snapped Kelsey, swinging into his saddle.
“I reckon he’s a pretty smart lad,” said Hashknife. “What became of the detective?”
“He’s in town,” said Kelsey. “You should have taken him up on that deal, Hartley. Made good wages out of it, even if yuh couldn’t find Joe Rich.”
“No-o-o-o, I didn’t want the job. Joe’s got too many good friends around here, Kelsey; and I might stop a bullet, if I knew too much.”
“There’s a lot of truth in that, Hartley.”
“Sure,” grinned Hashknife. “I’m no fool.”