It just comes ter me that he was in the Red
Dog three er four nights ago playin' monte. I didn't see him myself,
but Joe Mapes said he was there, an' that makes it likely 'nough that
Mendez isn't so blame far away."
"And he and Lacy have interests in common?"
"That is the rumour. I never got hold ov any proof, but Lacy has
shipped a pile o' cattle out o' Villa Real, although why he should ever
drive his cows there across the desert instead o' shippin' them here in
Haskell or Taylorville, I never could understand. That's the principal
reason I've got for thinkin' he an' Mendez are in cahoots, an' if they
be, then the Mexican must have some kind o' a camp out there in the
sand whar he hides between raids; though, damn if I know whar it can
be." He paused reflectively. "It'll be like hunting a needle in the
haystack, Jim, but I reckon you an' I'll have to get out that way, an'
we might have luck enough to stumble onto the old devil."
Westcott changed his position, inadvertently bringing his head above
the protection of the rock.
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