“You sure?”
“Heap sure.”
“What makes you think so?”
“Injun no mak’ many Injuns, mebby two, mebby three, no more.”
“Who did it then?” Jack asked.
“No can tell. Some white man.”
“Well, it’s dead sure that whoever did it wanted us to think that it was Indians,” Bob declared.
“That heap so,” Kernertok agreed.
“It all seems to fit in,” Bob said slowly.
“Fit in what?” Jack asked.