"Well, Ralph, if I did not know you to be an honest boy, I would not believe it," he exclaimed, at last.
"I can hardly believe it myself, Mr. Kelsey. Why did those two men attack me?"
"It is a great mystery. Had you not met them after the fall over the bluff I would be inclined to say that that fall must have been accidental. But, as it is, it was premeditated, beyond a doubt. And you are certain that you never met the men before?"
"I am."
"They could not have been the ones that robbed the post office, and got angry because you put the authorities on their track?"
"No sir; I don't believe they had anything to do with that affair."
"It couldn't be that Percy Paget set them up to it?"
"I don't believe he would go as far as that—not when our quarrel was no worse than it was."
"I believe you there. Yet there must be some reason," insisted Horace Kelsey. "Men do not attempt to take life for the mere fun of it."
"I believe you there, sir."