"You tell, too."
He pondered this, his keen little eyes searching my face as he pensively fondled the axe.
"You know about this time that son-of-gun go 'n' kill a bright lawyer in Red Gap? I think that cap the climax!"
"Certainly, I know!" This with bored impatience.
"I think, then, you tell me." His seamed face was radiant with cunning.
"What's the use? You know it already."
He countered swiftly:
"What's use I tell you—you know already."
I yawned again flagrantly.
"Now you tell in your own way how this trouble first begin," persisted Pete rather astonishingly. He seemed to quote from memory.