“All right; and didja see that arm well enough to tell what it looked like?”
“Yes, I saw it well enough, I think. It—it looked like a—a—well, just like an arm,” he finished weakly.
“That’s fine,” sneered Kelsey. “All we’ve got to do is to find a man who has a left arm that looks like an arm. Didn’t yuh see his clothes, his hands, his gun?”
“Yes, I—I saw his gun. Certainly I saw his gun.”
“Was it like this one?” Kelsey jerked out his Colt and held it in front of Warner.
“No, not exactly. I think it had a white handle.”
“Ah-hah! Now, about his sleeve, Warner. Did he wear leather cuffs?”
“Yes, yes! I forgot them. Black, I think. Perhaps they merely looked black. But the matchlight—there were silver ornaments, Sheriff. I remember now—silver stars. It’s funny I didn’t remember before.”
“Uh-huh. We’ll go and send that wire to Ludlow, Warner. Lock that back door, will yuh, Warner. Not much use, at that; nothin’ left to steal. Mebbe yuh better shut that vault door and spin the combination.”
Warner went with the sheriff and deputy, while Sleepy cut across the street and found the rest of the boys in front of the Pinnacle. From there they could see the light in the bank, and they were burning with curiosity.