Outside he cast a sneering
laugh back over his shoulder and swung into his saddle.
In front of the men's quarters he drew rein again and
shouted Eddie's name. Shorter came to the door.
"Get your six-shooter an' a rifle, an' come on over to the
office. I want to see you a minute."
Eddie did as he was bid, and when he entered the little
room he saw four Mexicans lolling about smoking cigarettes
while Grayson stood before a chair in which sat a man with
his arms tied behind his back. Grayson turned to Eddie.
"This party here is the slick un that robbed the bank, and
got away on thet there Brazos pony thet miserable bookkeepin'
dude giv him. The sergeant here an' his men are a-goin' to
take him to Cuivaca in the mornin'. You stand guard over
him 'til midnight, then they'll relieve you. They gotta get a
little sleep first, though, an' I gotta get some supper. Don't
stand fer no funny business now, Eddie," Grayson admonished
him, and was on the point of leaving the office when a
thought occurred to him. "Say, Shorter," he said, "they ain't
no way of gettin' out of the little bedroom in back there
except through this room. The windows are too small fer a
big man to get through. I'll tell you what, we'll lock him up in
there an' then you won't hev to worry none an' neither will
we.
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