“Good as new. And you?”
“All right.”
The outlaw stirred uneasily in his seat. His vanity objected to another man holding the limelight while he was present.
Melissy turned. “I think you have never met Lieutenant O’Connor, Mr. Bellamy. Lieutenant—Mr. Bellamy.”
They shook hands. MacQueen smiled. He was enjoying himself.
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Bellamy. You and Flatray have won the honors surely. You beat us all to it, sir. As I rode in this mornin’, everybody was telling how you rounded up the outlaws. Have you caught MacQueen himself?”
“Not yet. We have reason to believe that he rode within ten miles of town this morning before he cut across to the railroad. The chances are that 344 he will try to board a train at some water tank in the dark. We’re having them all watched. I came in to telephone all stations to look out for him.”
“Where’s Jack?” Melissy asked.
“He’ll be here presently. His arm was troubling him some, so he stopped to see the doctor. Then he has to talk with his deputy.”
“You’re sure he isn’t badly hurt?”