Butch doesn’t care much if Adler’s annoyed with him--let him be. Nobody else is getting hurt here, if he has anything to do about it. He follows after him, gun still out at the ready just in case he should get any ideas. But he doubts the man will.

Not if it means having to deal with an angry Miss Barlow. He can’t possibly be that stupid.


The Pinkerton gets a bit of a salute in passing, though. He can’t help it, he likes the guy. “You write that report up again on good paper and send it out,” he says. “There’ll be a promotion in it for you, I’m sure.”