"Good evening, Mr. Keller," he said with derisive respect.
The nester, lying sideways on the bed with his head on his hand, nodded a greeting.
"I didn't know you and Mr. Irwin had doubled up and were bunkies," continued the jubilant voice. "When did you-all patch up the partnership?"
"About eight o'clock last night, Mr. Healy," returned the prisoner, eying him coolly. "And of course I knew it would be a surprise to you when you learned it."
"Expecting to stay long with him?"
"He seems right hospitable, but I don't reckon I'll outstay my welcome."
Healy laughed, with mockery and not amusement. "Brad's such a pressing host there's no telling when he'll let you go."
He was as malevolent as ever, but it was plain to be seen that he was riding high on a wave of triumph. Affairs were plainly going to his liking.
"The way I heard it you were expected down at the Frying Pan last night. Changed yore mind about going, I reckon," he went on insolently.
"I reckon."