"Whatell's it to you?"
"All you have to do is say in Farewell that you saw Marie here at Dale's and you'll find out. I'll even go farther than that. I'm tellin' you, Rack, that if anybody finds out in Farewell that Marie was here, or if any accident happens to her—any accident, y'understand—I'll have to take it as evidence that you had to blat. Fair enough, huh?"
"But supposing somebody else sees her and tells about it?" protested
Rack Slimson.
"In that case yo're out of luck," was the unfeeling reply.
"But—" began again Rack Slimson.
"You might try prayer," Racey interrupted. "It would maybe help. You can't tell."
The unhappy Rack Slimson looked toward Mr. Saltoun and Tom Loudon. But there was no aid for him in that quarter. In fact, both men eyed him with frank hostility.
"So you see Marie is kept out of it." Racey laid his final injunction on Rack as the girl in question joined them. "You don't guess this girl is her, do you?"
"Nun-no," declared Rack, hastily. "I don't. She's somebody else for all I care."
"That's the way to talk," Racey said, nodding approvingly. "You keep right on holding to those sentiments and I wouldn't be surprised if you lived quite a long while."