"I thought it was a right smart scheme of yores, the way yuh handled Mort."
"Mort kilt his wife, didn't he?"
"That's right, Uncle Bryant."
"I wouldn't let that squirt called Yuma know I turned Mort over tuh the law; he'd figger I done it on account of bein' scairt o' him. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowin' Mort was jailed fer murder."
Wallie grinned synthetically. His whole manner before Bryant Cavendish was one of cowering subjugation, of fawning in a way that must have been revolting to the hard old man.
"Yuh done jest right," he said. "I'd never o' thought of it, Uncle Bryant. Yuh jailed Mort, an' that took care of the legal angles; of course yuh couldn't be expected tuh let him be swung from a rope."
Bryant looked up sharply.
"No one'll ever know how he busted out. Fact is, he might o' broke outen that jail without no outside help."
"He's out?" exclaimed Bryant.