There ain't no doubt in my mind but he knew some o'
these fellers. They wouldn't 'a' planned this unless they had some
cache fixed out yere in this country--that's plain as a wart on the
nose. But whar is it? I'll bet yer that if we ever find Cavendish,
we'll find the girl along with him; an' what's more, that spot ain't
liable ter be more'n fifty miles from Haskell."
"What makes you think that?"
"'Cause this is Lacy's bailiwick, an' thar ain't no man knows this
country better'n he does; he's rode it night and day for ten years, an'
most o' the hangers-on in this camp get money out o' him one way er
another--mostly another. Then, why should Enright an' his crowd come
yere, unless that was a fact? They must have come for something; that
lawyer ain't yere on no minin' deal; an' no more has Beaton been layin'
round town fer a month doin' nuthin' but drinkin' whisky. The whole
blame outfit is right here in Haskell, and they wouldn't be if this
wasn't headquarters. That's good common sense, ain't it?" He stopped
suddenly, patting his hand on the rock, and then lifting his head to
scan the line of shore.
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