He hurried away to find Sleepy, who was regaling a crowd with a story of the lathered horse.
“It’s shore funny how things work out,” he said. “Here we were headin’ East for a little trip, and all this happens.”
“Are yuh goin’ to keep on headin’ East?” asked one of the crowd.
“Not us,” said Sleepy. “I’m all out of the notion.”
Hashknife turned and went across the street, where he intercepted McLaren.
“We’ve changed our minds about goin’ East,” he said. “We’ll take a couple of horses and saddles instead of them tickets, McLaren.”
“All right,” laughed McLaren. “Where are you goin’, lad?”
“Somewhere on the other side of the hill.”
“What hill, Hartley?”
“The next one,” smiled Hashknife.