We 'lowed we better come tell you.

O' course, they ain't no horse gettin' away f'm Cal Greathouse, not if he's alive." The sheriff was silent for some time, looking at his visitor straight with his oxlike eyes.

"Did Cal have much money with him ?" he asked, finally.
"Not so awful much, near's the boys can tell.

Mebbe a few hundred, fer spendin' money, like." "Had he had any furse with ary feller down in there lately ?" "Nope, not that any one knows of.

He just done went off over the range, an' fanned out, seems like, without no special reason." The sheriff again fell into thought, slowly chewing at a splinter.
"I'll tell you," he said at length, slowly, "I kain't very well git away right now.