Kate looked at him and then let her gaze travel to her cousin. She somehow gave the effect of judging him of negligible value.
“I think he’s in his office, Bob. I’ll go see.”
She went swiftly, and presently her father came out. Kate did not return.
Luck looked straight at Cass with the uncompromising hostility so characteristic of him. Neither of the men spoke. It was Bob who made the necessary explanations. The sheepman heard them with a polite derision that suggested an impersonal amusement at the situation.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Luck said bluntly, after his nephew had finished.
“So I gathered from young Jesse James. He intimated it over the long blue barrel of his cannon. Anything particular, or just a pleasant social call?”
“You’re in bad on this W. & S. robbery. I reckoned you would be safer in jail till it’s cleared up.”
“You still sheriff, Mr. Cullison? Somehow I had got a notion you had quit the job.”
“I’m an interested party. There’s new evidence, not manufactured, either.”
“Well, well!”