"No. You are too big a coward to shoot a man face to face. I could jump you now before you could shoot."
"You'd better not try it," warned Pete angrily. "You lie when you say I did those things. You want to get me in a box. You've been trying to get me in a box for the last year."
"You have got yourself in a box, Pete. This time it's a box that you won't get out of so easily as you think. I have the dead wood on you."
"This is the only dead wood that talks here," answered Pete, tapping his revolver significantly. "And it talks loud, too. Now what do you reckon you are doing in my shack?"
"Just what you did in one of mine once, tried to find out something. The difference is that I have found something and you didn't, because there wasn't anything to find."
"And what do you reckon to do now?"
"To make you answer for what you have done," replied Lilly evenly.
"How?"
"That is my business so far. Remember I have some boys in camp who can identify you. Remember you tried to shoot one of them."
"I didn't. I didn't intend to hit him. Don't you think I could hit a man at twenty paces without—"