"You're sure he said Whittaker ?" he asked.
His tone and his attitude arrested Andy's cup midway to his mouth.
"Sure--Whittaker and Oleson.

I never heard of the outfit--who's this Whittaker person ?" Weary settled back in his place and smiled, but his eyes had quite lost their habitually sunny expression.
"Up until four years ago," he explained evenly, "he was the Old Man's partner.

We caught him in some mighty dirty work, and--well, he sold out to the Old Man.

The old party with the hoofs and tail can't be everywhere at once, the way I've got it sized up, so he turns some of his business over to other folks.

Dunk Whittaker's his top hand." "Why, by golly, he framed up a job on the Gordon boys, and railroaded 'em to the pen, just--" "Oh, that's the gazabo!" Andy's eyes shone with enlightenment.