The door opened cautiously a few inches and a pair of close-set eyes in a wrinkled face gimleted Clay.
"Whadya want?"
"The old man sent me with a message," answered the Arizonan promptly.
"Spill it."
"Are you alone?"
"You know it."
"Got everything ready for the girl?"
"Say, who the hell are youse?"
"One of Slim's friends. Listen, we got the kid—picked her up at a drug-store."
"I don' know watcher fairy tale's about. If you gotta message come through with it."