"How'd you know he did?" demanded Pop.
"I was told by th' man that saw him do it."
"Who was that?" asked Pop, indignant because he had not been told about it before.
"Yo're a reg'lar old woman," jeered Charley. "You can guess it."
"Funny he didn't tell me," sighed Pop.
"Mebby he reckoned it was his own business," retorted Charley. "Mebby he knowed you'd blurt it out to everybody you saw."
"I keep things under my belt!"
"Yes; food an' likker," chuckled Charley, enjoying himself. "If nobody come around for you to tell yore gossip to, cussed if you wouldn't tell it to th' sky, night an' mornin', like a ki-yote."
"So he's still prospectin'," laughed Ackerman. "He'll starve to death."