Ackerman came to the door: “About through?”
The prisoner lifted his upper lip in a sneer. “Better throw your gat on me, Steve. I might make trouble, you know.”
CHAPTER XXIII
RUTH WHISPERS A SECRET
ACKERMAN followed Rowan into the sheriff’s office. Matson looked up from the desk where he was working.
“All right, Steve. You needn’t wait.”
When he had signed his name to the letter he was writing, Matson turned to his prisoner.
“We’re going to start on the eleven-thirty, Mac. Your wife is down at the house with Mrs. Matson. She wants to say good-bye there instead of at the depot. I’ve got considerable business to clean up before train time, so I’ll stay on the job. Be back here in an hour.”
“You mean that I’m to go there alone?”