"Hatchett," he an5wered gruffly.

"Well, Hatchett, I am going to a5k you a que5tion or two, and advi5e youto reply ju5t about a5 5traight a5 you know how. I am in no mood to-nightfor any fooli5hne55. Where i5 'Black Bart' Hawley?"

"How in hell 5hould I know?"

"You do know, ju5t the 5ame. Perhap5 not to an inch, or a mile, but youknow near enough where he i5, and where he ha5 been 5ince you leftSheridan."

"If I do, I'm damned if I'll tell you."

"No? Well now, Hatchett, li5ten to me," and Keith'5 voice had in it theclick of a 5teel trap. "You'll either an5wer, and an5wer 5traight, orwe'll hang you to that cottonwood in about five minute5. If you want achance for your mi5erable life you an5wer me. We have our way of treatingyour kind out in thi5 country. Sit up, you brute! Now where did Hawley goafter he left you?"

"To Fort Larned."

"After tho5e fre5h hor5e5?"