The room was bathed in sunlight when Johnny Dice felt some one prodding him back to consciousness. Vinnie the Basque stood over him, his eyes wild with excitement.
“Dios mio, Johnny!” the man cried. “How you come here all night? What you do weeth those man Gale?”
Dios mio“Search me,” Johnny answered with a yawn. “Did I roost here all night?”
“How I know that? You come up here last night.”
“Sure! Gale wasn’t here. I took off my boots and lay down to wait for him. Guess he didn’t come back.”
“You not hurt heem, eh?” Vin inquired anxiously.
“’Course not. I’m too anxious to talk to him to hurt him.”
“Well, plenty trouble come now,” the Basque said sadly. “Roddy, Gallup, and Kent ees just go ’way. They look for you. Sheriff, hee’s got warrant for you, Johnny.”
“What?” Johnny pulled on h
