“Do you know him?” asked Frank eagerly.
“Wall, I should say so!”
“Where is he now?” asked the young inventor excitedly.
“Wall, that’s not so easy to say,” replied the trapper, with a drawl. “I ’low he was at Lone Trail when I wuz down thar this winter.”
“Can you swear to that?”
Beaver Bill looked surprised.
“In course I kin.”
“Then you are just the man I want. If you will go to Silver City and swear to that you will save Benjamin Astley from the scaffold.”
But the trapper said coolly:
“Hold on a bit, straunger. Thar’s a better way. They mought not take my word. Ye want to find Bert Mason an’ perduce him in court.”