"Good," replied the invalid, and, comparatively, it was the truth. "Fine an' strong," he added, which was not the truth.
"That's the way to talk," cheered the Cub. "You shore had one fine séance. You earned that five hundred, all right."
Hopalong reflected and then looked across at the prisoner. "He can fight like the devil," he muttered. "Why, I kicked him hard enough to kill anybody else." He turned again and looked Sammy in the eyes, smiling as best he could. "There ain't no five hundred for me, Kid. I did n't come for that, did n't know nothin' about it. An' it's blood money, besides. We 'll turn him loose if he 'll get out of the country, hey? We 'll give him a chance; either that or you take th' reward."
Sammy stared, grunted and stared again. "What you ravin' about?" he demanded. "An' you didn't come after him for that money?" he asked, sarcastically.
Hopalong nodded and smiled again. "That's right, Kid," he answered, thoughtfully. "I
