Mr. Ramsey and Scott took Jed around to McGoorty’s stable and gave him the best rub down that a horse ever had.
“When did the dam go out?” Mr. Ramsey asked.
“I don’t know what time it was,” Scott said, “but it was just before I turned the corner below the lookout station.”
“Did you see all the settlers?”
“Yes, every one from Bronson’s to town and they did not lose any time in getting started.”
“How did it happen?” Mr. Ramsey asked quietly.
Scott discovered a note of censure in his voice and knew that he was expected to give an account of himself.
“It’s a long story,” he replied thoughtfully. “Dawson, Jed Clark, Dugan, myself and the worst thunder storm I have ever seen were all more or less responsible, I think.”
At the mention of those names, Mr. Ramsey gave a start. “I wonder how those men found out you were up there?”
“Your clerk, Benson, told them.”