“Was there any blood on Forbes’ saddle?”
“I didn’t see Forbes’ saddle,” growled Hales; “or Forbes’ horse.”
“Oh, yes. But in your opinion, Forbes was riding when he was killed?”
“In my opinion, he was.”
“What makes you think so?”
“We found the tracks where Forbes was dragged, twenty feet or so, before his foot come loose from the stirrup, and blood in the track all the way. I told all this before.”
“So you did, so you did. Now about these wounds. Did the path of the bullets range up or down from where they entered the body?”
“Down.”
“Sure of that?”