"Slim and Budd and young Sanderson."
"Was Phil Sanderson drunk?" Yeager asked, hardly surprised, but certainly troubled.
"I ain't sure he was, but he was makin' the fur fly at the wheel, there. Must have dropped two hundred dollars."
Jim's brows knit in a puzzled frown. He was wondering how the boy had come by so much money at a time.
"Who was he trailin' with?"
"With a lad called Spiker, that fair-haired guy sitting in at the poker table. He's another youngster that has been dropping money right plentiful."
"Who is he?"
"He's what they call a showfer. He runs one o' these automobiles; takes parties out in it."
"Been here long? Looks kind o' like a tinhorn gambler."
"Not long. He's thick with some of you Malpais gents. I've seen him with Healy a few."