CHAPTER XXXVI

SIGNED BY WILLIAM THORNTON When Byers spoke Dodson looked hurriedly at his watch. Hugh was the first to speak. “Who told you?” “Jim Flynn. He hustled right down from Bald Knob.” “Anybody hurt?” “No. Our boys threw up their hands. Jumpers had the drop on ’em.” “Flynn know any of the gunmen?” “Sloan was one,” answered Byers. McClintock turned to Dodson. “Do you pay yore gun-fighters by the job or by the day?” he asked contemptuously. “I don’t answer questions put that way, McClintock,” said Dodson stiffly. “Your mann…