“But what for, Hashknife?”
“Just for fun, Honey. Good-night.”
“You’ll be at the inquest, won’t yuh?”
“Sure, I’m the main witness.”
It was an hour before daylight when Hashknife, Sleepy and Slim Coleman rode away from the HJ. Slim’s head was a little sore, but the swelling was reduced. Sleepy protested against such an early start; which was the natural thing for him to do, especially since he didn’t know where they were going.
They forded the river below the bridge—much to Sleepy’s disgust. He got one boot full of water.
“Bridge is too narrow,” said Hashknife, “and there’s too much brush on the other side of it.”
“You must be scared,” laughed Sleepy.
The bootful of water made him feel particularly sarcastic. Anyway, he didn’t like to ride with an empty stomach.
“Yeah, I’m scared,” admitted Hashknife as they reached the other bank and climbed to the top.