“Didn’t they?” cried Len flatly. “Don’t never think they didn’t. It was all framed up to dump me on my head. I know that gang.”
“Better have a drink and forget it, Len.”
“Yeah, that’s fine—for you. By Gee, you never got a bump like that—and forgot it.”
Kelsey walked straight to the street, but there was no sign of the three men from the Flying H. Kelsey lingered for several moments, then went on toward his office, while into the back door of the Pinnacle Saloon came Nebrasky, Lonnie and Dan, as if nothing had happened.
“Kelsey is lookin’ for you three,” said Clark.
“Kelsey?” Lonnie blinked seriously. “Kelsey? Oh, the sheriff? Lookin’ for us?”
“Whazze want?” asked Nebrasky.
“You had better wait and see, Nebrasky.”
“Now that’s what I call shound advice, Harry.”
“I betcha I know what he wants,” said Lonnie. “He wants us to turn him the rest of the way over. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!”