"Shucks," he grinned, straightening up. "It's as big as an egg, but besides th' skin bein' broke an' a lot of blood, there ain't nothin' th' matter. I'll wash it off--an' if you keep yore hat on, nobody'll know it. I reckon that hat just about saved that thick skull of yourn." "What did you see when you found me?" asked Johnny when his friend had finished the job. Idaho told him and added: "Hoped I could tell him by th' yelp, but I can't, unless, mebby, I go around an' make everybody in this part of th' country yelp for me. But I don't reckon that's hardly reasonable." "Yo're right," grinned Johnny. "Well," he said, after a moment's thought, "I don't go back home without eleven hundred dollars, U. S., an' my guns; but I got to send th' boys back. They can't help me none, bein' known as my friends. Besides, we're all broke, an' they're needed on th' ranch. If I _knowed_ that Kane had a hand in this, I'd cussed soon get that money back!" "Yo're shore plumb set on that Kane idear." "I showed that wad of bills in just two places: Ed's bar, an' Kane's joint." "Ed's bar is out of it if nobody else was in there at th' time." "Only Ridley, Ed, an' myself." "Somebody could 'a' looked in th' window," suggested Idaho. "Nobody did, because I was lookin' around." "If you go in Kane's an' make a gunplay, you'll never know how it happened or who done it; an' if you go in, without a gunplay, an' let 'em know what you think, some Greaser'll hide a knife in you. Then you'll never get it back." "Just th' same, that's th' place to start from," persisted Johnny doggedly. "An' from th' inside, too."