I take it that the thing to do
is to run down the gang that held up the Limited. Once we do
that, we ought to find the key to the mystery of your little
girl's disappearance. Or, at least, there is a chance we shall.
And it's chances we've got to gamble on in this thing."
"Good enough. I like the way you go at this. Already I feel a
heap better than I did."
"If the cards fall our way you're going to get this thing settled
once for all. I can't promise my news will be good news when I
get it, but anything will be better than the uncertainty you've
been in, I take it," said Bucky, rising from his chair.
"You're right there. But, wait a moment. Let's drink to your
success."
"I'm not much of a sport," Bucky smiled. "Fact is, I never drink,
seh."
"Of course. I remember, now. You're the good bad man of the
West," Mackenzie answered amiably. "Well, I drink to you. Here's
good hunting, lieutenant."
"Thank you."
"I suppose you'll get right at this thing?"
"I've got to take that kid in the next room out to my ranch
first. I won't stand for that knife thrower making a slave of
him."
"What's the matter with me taking the boy out to the Rocking
Chair with me? My wife and I will see he's looked after till you
return.
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