“A white man an’ a white woman.”
“Major Tonpit and his daughter?”
“Them’s the two,” grinned the outlaw.
“—— your insolence!” softly hissed McGillivray, the hand in his lap closing over the pistol.
“It’s been done many times,” grunted Hajason, beginning to grow angry.
“You and Polcher worked together in this?” demanded McGillivray.
“Work with him? With that double-faced varment? Red Hajason works alone,” growled the outlaw.
“But the man called Hester helped you in this little coup,” said McGillivray, now folding his arms and leaning back to stare the outlaw squarely in the face.
Again the outlaw’s brutal good humour asserted itself, and he chuckled and informed:
“I don’t count Hester as a partner. Jest a dog-gone fool. Howsomever, I’ll admit it was him what put the game up to me an’ showed me there was money in it. That’s all I asked of him.”