“I rather think I should.”
“But what will you do first?”
“Go to Denton,” said John.
“To Denton?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because Brandon is there.”
“How can he be?”
“Simply,” said John, “because I know the man that Vijal attacked must have been Brandon. No other person answers to the description. No other person would be so quick to dodge the cord, and so quick with the revolver. He has humbugged Vijal somehow, and this fool of a nigger has believed him. He was Brandon, and no one else, and I’m going on his track.”
“Well—you’re right, perhaps,” said Potts; “but take care of yourself, Johnnie.”