“You would have to guarantee his boy would be safe meanwhile.”
“Two of us would have to watch him day and night without Sam knowing it.”
“Count me in.”
“This is where we hit heavy traveling, Slats. For we don’t know when the thing is going to be pulled off.”
“We’ll have to be ready. That’s all.”
“Happen to know whether Dick Maloney is here for the show?”
“Saw him this mo’ning. Luck is here too, him and his girl.”
“Good. We’ve got to have a talk with them, and it has to be on the q.t. You go back to town and find Dick. Tell him to meet us at the Del Mar, where Luck always puts up. Find out the number of Cullison’s room and make an appointment. I’ll be on El Molino street all mo’ning off and on. When you find out pass me without stopping, but tell me when we are to meet and just where.”
Curly gave Slats a quarter of an hour before sauntering back to town. As he was passing the Silver Dollar saloon a voice called him. Stone and Blackwell were standing in the door. Flandrau stopped.
Soapy’s deep-set eyes blazed at him. “You didn’t tell me it was Luck Cullison went bail for you, Curly.”