Still furious, Barr regarded him steadily. "How do ya know that?"
"All I had to do was look."
"What'd ya look at?"
Jeff answered contemptuously, "I wouldn't expect any of you to think that far, but the bullet went clear through Johnny. There are enough trees and shrubs around so that it had to nick one of them. It's easy to figure the angle it came from."
Jeff held his breath. He himself had not thought of this until now, but it had to be right. Johnny Blazer was a woodsman. If whoever shot him had been in the open, Johnny would have seen him. Because he was unarmed, he probably would have died anyhow. But he would have died in the brush for he would at least have tried to escape.
Slow-thinking Dabb digested Jeff's statement and spoke solemnly. "Hit's right, Barr. None among us thought to look."
Barr was momentarily bewildered. "None saw the need."
"But need there might be."
"Go look, Dabb."
"I'll gao, too," Pete offered.