They all drank.
"Robbed the Wickenburg stage of the first cleanup of Jim Mahar's placer mine. About ten thousand dollars he got away with."
"Jim Mahar!" said Benson. "Why, that's the name of the man he murdered in Manitoba."
"How about it, mate?" said the big man, turning to Rogers.
"Same man," he said quietly. "I shot him; but I never robbed him."
"You didn't?" answered Quincy, derisively. "You were recognized!"
"The mine was mine, and the dust I took I had washed out with my own hands. He got that mine away from me on a technicality, Quincy, and you know it."
"Oh, I know there was some dispute; but that's not my business. I'm here to take you back, and I've got to do it."
"What's the use," said Benson, "if you haven't got a clear case against him? Now, I have. He shot Mahar on sight, in the presence of a dozen witnesses."
"You mean," said Rogers, "that I was quickest. He pulled first; but I beat him to it, that's all."