"That's what I was trying to remember."
"Well, don't let me interrupt."
For several moments Bob did not speak. Something in the man's voice rather than his looks had awakened the memory of a few days past. Once again he was sitting on a log watching a group of men as they sat about a fire playing cards.
"I have it," he finally burst out. "That man belongs to Red Hains' gang."
"What?"
"You heard what I said."
"But are you sure?'
"Almost. You see, I didn't get a very good look at all of them but I remember that voice."
"But what's he doing here?"
"We could only guess at that but, taking it for granted that I'm right, what would you guess?"