CHAPTER 5WITHOUT WARNING
Litton and the boy left the store, and together they went down the street.
“You coming to Turner’s place with me?” Litton asked.
“Say,” said Jimmy, “what are you doing with the Dead Man Steer?”
“I’m keeping it for the sheriff,” said Litton.
“What for?”
“I’m going to charge nickels to the boys who want to see it—except you, Jim. You’re in on the ground floor.”
“Nickels, eh?” questioned Jimmy. “How about bullets? Will they do? Because you’re likely to get a whole flock more of them than nickels.”
“I’ll take whatever I can get,” answered Litton. “Mind you, partner, if you walk down the street with me now, you’re liable to collect a bullet or two your ownself.”
“If they can hit me, they can murder jackrabbits on the run,” boasted Jimmy. “Come along!”
So they
