“What is your name?”
“Gosh!”
The question was unexpected. Was there any one in the county who did not know Jim Munson? And Dick Gordon of all people! Then he remembered that the Boss had been asked the same question, so it must be all right. But the ways of the court were surely mysterious and ofttimes foolish.
“Jim Munson. Jim Munson’s my name—yep.”
Gordon smiled.
“You needn’t insist on it, Mr. Munson,” he advised. “We know it now. Where do you live?”
“Hellity damn! I live at the Three Bars ranch.”
“In Kemah County?”
“It sure is.”
“What is your business, Mr. Munson?”