“Just that; I saw the whole dirty trick worked, looking through the back door of the saloon.”
“Then you were the boy!” Weir gasped. “The boy who looked in! After thirty years I supposed that boy gone, lost, vanished beyond finding.”
“I stayed right here,” was the reply. “Of course I kept my mouth shut about what I had seen. I worked on ranches and rode range and at last got the little place on Terry Creek and married. Nothing strange in my remaining in the country where I grew up, especially as I only knew the cattle business.”
Weir swung about to Madden.
“Here’s a live witness,” said he. “With the other proof his evidence should be final.”
“Whenever you say, I’ll arrest the men. As for this warrant I have, I’ll just continue to carry it in my pocket,” the sheriff stated. “I must remark that I never heard of a more villainous plot, taking it all around, than you’ve brought to light.”
“And the charges must cover everything,” Pollock said sternly. “From Dent’s murder to the conspiracy against the irrigation company.”
“I’ll stay here in case you need me to stop any trouble with your workmen,” Madden remarked.
But trouble though imminent was coming from another direction, as was suddenly shown when a man, dust-covered and hatless, rushed into the office.
“They’re on the way,” he cried.