Stamford led off on another tack; he had learned all that interested him there.
"There's Kid Loveridge, too. Someone shot him, and he was one of this very outfit."
"Huh!" growled Bean. "The Kid got what was comin' to him."
Stamford held himself under careful control.
"Then there's Corporal Faircloth."
Bean's lips closed, his face was inscrutable.
Presently he spoke.
"Yu thought a lot o' the Corporal?"
"He was my first and best friend in the West."
"An' yer mighty consarned to find out who shot him?"