Thet's what got Lacy down on yer."
"Yes; but what is it to you, and--and Mr. Sikes, here?"
Matt grinned.
"Nuthin' much ter me, or ter--ter Mr. Sikes--how's it sound,
Joe?--'cept maybe a slice o' coin. Still there's reason fer us both
ter jump when Bill Lacy whistles. Enyhow thar ain't no use a talkin'
'bout it, fer we've got ter do what we're told. So let's shut up."
"You say you do not know what this all means?"
"No, an' what's more, we don't give a damn."
"But if I told you it was robbery and murder---that you were aiding in
the commission of crime!"
"It wouldn't make a plum bit o' difference, ma'm," said Sikes
deliberately, "we never reckoned it wus enything else--so yer might
just as well stop hollerin', fer yer goin' whar we take yer, an' ye'll
stay thar till Bill Lacy says yer ter go. Hit 'em up, Matt; I'm plum'
tired of talkin'."
The grey dawn came at last, spectral and ghastly, gradually yielding
glimpse of the surroundings. They were travelling steadily south, the
horses beginning to exhibit traces of weariness, yet still keeping up a
dogged trot.
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