"No; none of the party dared touch me. Besides, I did the handsome thing. I had the man buried, and put a stone over him. I couldn't do any more, could I?"
"No," said Mosely dubiously, and he drew a little farther away from Bradley.
"What do you find to eat?" he inquired, after a pause. "Tom and I are as hungry as if we hadn't eaten anything for a week. You haven't got any provisions left over?"
"No; but you can have as good a supper as we had, and we had a good one. What do you say to trout, now?"
Bill Mosely smacked his lips.
"Jest show me where I'll find some," he said.
Bradley pointed to the brook from which he had drawn his supply.
"I don't mind helping you," he said. "Ben, are you tired?"
"No, Jake."
"Then come along, and we'll try to get some supper for our friends."