“Let me inform you, my friend, that you make me plenty tired. I don’t know what you’re driving at, but I do know that your insinuations that I am lying are insulting. There’s no reason why I should lie.”
“Mebbe not. Did you go over to Coleman’s Pond? That’s a right long distance; ’bout five miles or a little more.”
“No, we didn’t go over there.”
“Why not?”
“Because after we reached Lander’s camp, where we stopped a while, this storm began, and we decided it would be right foolish to attempt any fishing through the ice to-day.”
“H’m!” grunted the inquisitor skeptically. “Did the Lander boy have a gun with him?”
“No, sir.”
“How’d you happen to stop at his camp?”
“We went there for fishing tackle.”
“And built a fire?”