“Yeah, there’s the old Circle M crossin’. They herd cattle across once in a while.”
“That’s fine. Lead us to it.”
“You’d think he was a sailor!” wailed Sleepy. “He must be crazy about water. Oh, well, there’s no use arguin’ with him, Slim.”
“You won’t miss yore breakfast,” assured Hashknife. “If I was as fat as you are I’d welcome a fast.”
“I don’t mind the breakfast, but I’d like to know what it’s all about,” said Slim.
“Well, yuh won’t know,” declared Sleepy. “This jigger never tells. He’s a single-handed secret society, he is, Slim.”
Hashknife merely laughed and swung in beside them.
“Are yuh pretty good with a six-gun, Slim?”
“Pretty good? Meanin’ what, Hartley?”
“Did yuh ever kill a man?”