"What brings you here?" demanded Mark.
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" whined the sufferer. "I ain't done nuthin!"
"How did you get here?"
"The landslide brought me down. Oh, how my chest hurts!" Soapy Gannon gave a gasp. "Got some liquor with you?"
"No," said Bob. He knelt by the man's side. "Soapy Gannon, I want you to answer some questions."
"I didn't do anything, I tell you!" whined the man. "The landslide came and took me down, as you can see."
"Were you up at our tent?"
"No! no! I wasn't within quarter of a mile of your camp."
"But somebody was," said Mark. "Who was it? Answer at once!" And he made a move as if to draw his pistol.
"Don't shoot me!"