Len Kelsey studied Hashknife and Sleepy for a moment.
“I reckon you boys are the two missin’ members of the cattle-train outfit, eh?”
“If there’s two missin’—we’re both of ’em,” said Hashknife gravely. “Has the train left Pinnacle City?”
“Before daylight.”
“Stranded again,” groaned Sleepy. “I’ll never see the East, that’s a cinch.”
Hashknife hitched up his belt and leaned against the buggy.
“Yuh wasn’t exactly lookin’ for us, was yuh?” he asked.
“I don’t hardly think so,” replied Kelsey. “The safe on the express car of the passenger train that stopped back of yuh at the bridge last night was dynamited somewhere between Kelo and Pinnacle City.”
Hashknife and Sleepy exchanged a quick glance. That might explain why a shot had been fired at them in the dark. They had blundered into the bandit who was making his getaway.
“For gosh sake!” snorted Honey. “Did they get much, Len?”