“You were the first to get to Mr. Davenport when he fell off his horse?” continued our leader.
“We were,” answered the two cowboys, in concert.
“Did you watch carefully to see that nobody else touched him?”
“Yes, sir, we did. We knew he had that pocket-book.”
“Was the guard that was placed over him a reliable person?”
“There’s none better. Mebbe you’ll say we took it!” said Frank, seeing that Henderson gazed at him with a smile of disbelief on his face. “You say that once an’ you won’t say it again!”
“I am not saying anybody took it,” said Henderson. “I am simply saying that it is gone. Anybody can say that, I suppose?”
“Yes; but you say what you had on your mind an’ see how you will come out! We know a story worth a dozen of yours.”
“Easy, easy!” said Mr. Chisholm, catching Frank by the arm. “This matter is settled for the time being. Now we will go to bed and sleep on it. Maybe it will look different to us in the morning.”
Mr. Chisholm filled his pipe with great deliberation, and the four hundred men who had stood around to settle the case, taking it for granted that the court had adjourned until more evidence could be obtained, strolled off to their own camps. I was glad to see that very few of them went with Henderson. Although they had decided in his favor, giving him the money and Bob the receipts, somehow they didn’t feel right about it. But the question was, where was the will?