"He ast me where this path went to."
"See that, gentlemen!" cried Anderson. "I knew I was right. He wanted—"
"Well, where did he go?" demanded Harry Squires.
"I said it went to the top of the clift. An' then he said, 'How do you git to the river?' I tole him to go down this side path here an' 'round the bottom of the hill."
"Didn't he go up the cliff?" demanded the marshal.
"No, sir."
"Well, what in thunder did he ask me where the cliff was if he—"
"So he went to the river, eh?" interrupted Squires. "Come on, men; he went down through this brush and bottomland."
"He got lost, I guess," volunteered the boy.
"What!"