Laura hadn’t heard about it.
“The knife that Peggy gave him for his birthday? Oh, what an awful thing to do! Criminals always make mistakes, don’t they?”
“Yeah, they shore do, Laura—bad ones, too.”
Peggy came out on the veranda and sat down with them.
“Tell me about that bank robbery,” she said to Hashknife.
The tall cowboy sighed and reshaped the crown of his hat.
“There ain’t much to tell, Peggy. A lone man met the cashier at the rear door of the bank, forced him back, made him open the vault and then roped and gagged the cashier. They say he got away with a lot of money. Wasn’t anybody hurt.”
“What was the description of that man, Hashknife?”
“Wasn’t any—much. Yuh see, it was dark in there.”
“Much?” sighed Peggy. “Oh, I know!” she suddenly blurted. “You try to cover it. Please don’t do that, Hashknife.”