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Chapter 286
Chapter 18 THROUGH THE NIGHTIN a back room of The Chicago Saloon Thompson sat guard over Hal Colby, who was neatly and securely trussed and tied to a chair, in which he sat. In The Donovan House the guests were seated at dinner when Gum Smith entered and took his accustomed place. He had just come from the Bar Y and as the streets of Hendersville had happened to be deserted at the meal hour he had met no one. "'Lo, Gum," greeted Bill Gatlin. "I reckon you hearn we got The Black Coyote." "Ah hain't see no one sence Ah reached town," replied Smith, "but Ah knowed Colby'd git the critter," yet withall he looked a bit mystified and uneasy. "Whar be he?" he asked. "He's safe in The Chicago," said Wildcat Bob. "Ah reckon Ah'd better git him over to the jail," said Gum Smith. "I re
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