"Oh, nothing much. We thought we should like to hold a conversation with him, that's all," answered Stacy carelessly.
"You are quite sure it was a buck that he was carrying?" questioned Butler.
"I reckon I ought to know."
"I think you are mistaken."
"Eh?"
"It was a doe."
"So?"
"Yes, sir. It was my doe," persisted Butler.
"Yours?" in well-feigned amazement.
"It was. I shot him and someone stole him. If you know anything about the man who took him, I would ask you kindly to tell me. He may have carried the carcass away under the impression that the man who killed the doe had abandoned it."