"Of course you didn't know any of the holdups. They were masked, you say?"
"Yep." Steve's cool, steady eyes held those of the director. "But I've got a fool notion just the same that I do know one of them. Come with me to Harrison's room."
"But—"
"I'll do all the talking. Come along."
"Now, see here, Yeager. Just because you and Harrison are at outs—"
"Have I made any charges against him? Maybe I want to ask his advice. Maybe he could help us straighten out this thing. Got to pull together, haven't we?" A cynical light in the eyes of the young man contradicted his words.
Reluctantly the director followed the extra to the room of the heavy on the third floor. Yeager knocked. He rapped again, and a third time.
Drowsily a voice demanded what was wanted. Presently the door was flung open and Harrison stood blinking in the doorway, heavy-eyed and slumberous.
"What's the row?" he growled, scowling at Yeager.
"We were held up on the way from Yarnell's by rustlers. They drove the cattle away and left us tied up."