“Can’t! See any one go by about two hours ago?”
“Hey? Louder!”
“See a man on a sorrel horse?”
“No-o! I been in the tunnel. Come up!”
“Can’t. We’re after an outlaw!”
“What?”
“After a murderer!”
“Wait a minute! I’ll be down. Too hard to yell so far.”
Mr. Long started precipitately down the zigzag; but the riders had got all the information of interest that Mr. Long could furnish and they were eager to be in at the death.