"For a walk, under th' moonlight!" answered Doane. "Yo're goin', too—an' we're goin' with our mouths shut. Not a word about th' hosses or th' kerosene. You remember what Cassidy said about goin' agin' Kane's northeast corner? Come on—an' see th' bonfire!"
"Shure, an' who's fool enough to have anny bonfires now?"
"Murphy, I said with our mouths shut. Come on, up near th' jail!"
The cook scratched his head and favored his companion with a sidewise glance, which revealed nothing because of the darkness of the room. "Th' jail?" he muttered. "He's crazy, he is. Th' jail won't make no bonfire. It's mud. But as long as he has th' 'baccy, I'll go wid him. Whist!" he exclaimed as another thap! sounded on the wall. "An' what's that?"
"This room's haunted," explained Ed.
"Lead th' way, thin; or let me," said Murphy in great haste. "I'll watch yore mud bonfire."
After leaving the hotel Johnny kept it between himself and Kane's building, rode to the arroyo which Roberts had found so useful and followed it until out of sight of anyone in town. When he left it he turned east, crossed the main trail and dismounted east of the place where he and Red had kept watch on the gambling-house roof. Working his way on foot to his sharpshooting friends he lay down at Red's side and commented casually on several subjects, finally nudging the Bar-20 rifleman.
"I'm growin' tired of this spot an' this game," he grumbled. "They know where we are now, an' that roof's plumb tame."
