"Say him come along soon. You see other white men?" Willy bent a steady look on the face of Hippy Wingate.
"I should say we have. Deputy sheriffs, game wardens and a forest ranger."
"Yes, and we saw a fellow named Peg Tatem. We had a fight with him," Emma informed their visitor.
"So?"
"Yes, we did, Mr. Horse. And some one shot a hole through his wooden leg. Who do you suppose could have done that?"
"Big Friend, huh?" he questioned, looking up at Hippy.
"Not guilty," answered Hippy with a shake of the head.
"How come?" demanded the Indian.
Emma Dean told him the story, Willy listening gravely, puffing slowly at his pipe, eyes fixed on the campfire. He smoked on in silence for some time after the conclusion of her narrative.
"Mebby Willy find out," he grunted.