"Likely."
"But we’re not to blame. That boy was a thief! He had stolen a letter from me."
"You made a bad break when you pulled that revolver on him," said Glennon. "If anybody saw that——"
Scudder gasped.
"They might think we murdered him," he whispered, his fears increasing.
"They might," admitted Glennon.
"Of course we can swear that we didn’t."
"But I don’t fancy this kind of a scrape!" growled the chap from Hudsonville. "You got me into it!"
He scowled at Uric.
"Don’t make that sort of an excuse!" exclaimed Scudder. "If you hadn’t wanted to, you didn’t have to meet me. I hope you’re no squealer."