CHAPTER XIII
A CONVERSATION
Bucky O’Connor and his prisoner swung down the street side by side and turned in at the headquarters of the rangers. The officer switched on the light, shut the door, and indicated a chair. From his desk he drew a box of cigars. He struck a match and held it for the sheepman before using it himself.
Relaxed in his chair, Fendrick spoke with rather elaborate indolence.
“What’s your evidence, Bucky? You can’t hold me without any. What have you got that ties me to the W. & S. robbery?”
“Why, that hat play, Cass? You let on you had shot Cullison’s hat off his head while he was making his getaway. Come to find out you had his hat in your possession all the time.”
“Does that prove I did it myself?”
“Looks funny you happened to be right there while the robbery was taking place and that you had Luck’s hat with you.”