"Yep; me and Cap Franklin, there."
"Who else?"
"Why, Juan, there, him. He was trailin' the hoss for us."
"Where did you go?"
"About sixty miles southwest, into the breaks of the Smoky."
"What did you find?"
"We found a old camp. Hoss had been tied there, and broke its lariat.
Bushes was broke some, but we didn't see no blood, as I know of."
"Never mind what you didn't see."
"Well, now—"
"Answer my question."