"You're whistlin'."
"Sure your information is right?"
"It's c'rect." Bob added, after a momentary hesitation: "We got a spy in his camp."
Sanders did not ask whether the affair was to be a pitched battle. He waited, sure that Bob would tell him when he was ready. That young man came to the subject indirectly.
"How's yore shoulder, Dave?"
"Doesn't trouble me any unless something is slammed against it."
"Interfere with you usin' a six-shooter?"
"No."
"Like to take a ride with me over to the Jackpot?"
"Yes."