“Well, they’ve done come an’ went an’ gone,” young Pat Finney chuckled, as from behind a protecting wall of lava the two boys watched George Goddard’s car on its way back to town.
“What I’m ’fraid of is it’ll git the Marshalls in trouble,” Bert worried.
“We should worry about them. Marshall’s got money, an’ anybody with money don’t need to worry in this country,” Pat declared.
“Mebbe not,” Bert agreed without conviction. “Anyway, we’ll just drift over to the Flyin’ M an’ see what Marshall has on his mind.”
Not being sure that all the posse had returned to Snowville the boys waited until dark to approach the ranch, and then they advanced circumspectly. Finally, however, Bert knocked discreetly on the front door of the bunkhouse.
“Come in,” boomed a voice.
A moment later Bert and Pat w
