"
"What, for instance?"
The fortune-teller hesitated. "I only wish I knew," he said,
slowly. "It looks to me like a killing."
Dave nodded. "Probably is. Jose would like to get me, and of
course the girl--"
"Oh, they don't aim to get you. You ain't the one they're after."
"No? Who then?"
"I don't know nothing definite. In this business, you understand,
a fellow has to put two and two together. Sometimes I have to make
one and two count four. I have to tell more'n I'm told; I have to
shoot my game on the wing, for nobody tells me any more'n they
dast. All the same, I'm sure Jose ain't carving no epitaph for
you. From what I've dug out of Rosa, he's acting for a third
party--somebody with pull and a lot of coin--but who it is I don't
know. Anyhow, he's cooking trouble for the Austins, and I want to
stand from under."
Now that the speaker had dropped all pretense, he answered Dave's
questions without evasion and told what he knew. It was not much,
to Dave's way of thinking, but it was enough to give cause for
thought, and when the men finally parted it was with the
understanding that Strange would promptly communicate any further
intelligence on this subject that came his way.
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