Wallie looked at the tall man with the mask. "I'll speak to you in the hall," the Lone Ranger said.
Willie said, "Right."
"You lead the way."
Wallie opened the door and went out with the masked man close behind.
"There are a lot of things," the Lone Ranger said when the door had been closed, "that I must explain to you, Cavendish. You're no doubt wondering about the mask I'm wearing. I'll tell you this much about who I am. I'm a friend of the Indian you found here."
"I know that much," said Wallie.
"I came here to find out who directed the murder of those Texas Rangers who were killed in the Gap. You probably have heard that someone wearing moccasins attended to their burial." The other nodded. "You've probably guessed by this time that the man who buried them was that same Indian. Well, that's the truth. Those men I locked in the basement of this house, of course, had a hand in the massacre, but there was someone who gave them their instructions."
"Might have been Mort or Vince," suggested Wallie.
"It might have been, yes, but I doubt it. They wouldn't run things in such a high-handed way without being told to do so by the boss of the outfit."
"You mean Uncle Bryant?"