“No—no,” Johann began earnestly. “I don’t know whom you mean.” But his face belied his words.
“You did see him, you did!” exclaimed Billy. “Why in the world didn’t you stop him?”
Sally added gently, patting his knee to reassure him:
“Don’t be so upset, Johann. Tell us why you didn’t stop him.”
“How could I stop him?” Johann replied.
Johann shook his head in mute anguish.
“It was not my place to do so. And anyway, he had a revolver.”
“Did you see it?” Billy asked mercilessly.
“No,” was the answer, “but he carried one in his pocket: he always does.”