"
"What can't I prove?"
"Why, that I was in that " Scott stopped abruptly, and watched
the smile broaden on the strong face opposite him. His dull brain
had come to his rescue none too soon.
"Now, ain't it funny how people's thoughts get to running on the
same thing? Last time I met up with you there you was collecting
a hundred dollars and keep-the-change cents from me, and now here
you are spending it. It's ce'tinly curious how both of us are
remembering that little seance in the Pullman car."
Scott took refuge in a dogged silence. He was sweating fear.
"Yes, sir. It comes up right vivid before me. There was you
a-trainin' your guns on me--"
"I wasn't," broke in Scott, falling into the trap.
"That's right. How come I to make such a mistake? Of cou'se you
carried the sack and York Neil held the guns."
The man cursed quietly, and relapsed into silence.
"Always buy your clothes in pairs?"
The sheriff's voice showed only a pleasant interest, but the
outlaw's frightened eyes were puzzled at this sudden turn.
"Wearing a bandanna same color and pattern as you did the night
of our jamboree on the Limited, I see.
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