"She died in my hut," said Glen. "You are her murderer; you can't get away from that."
Bellshaw shivered. He believed what Glen Leigh said. It was not true, but there was every justification for making the statement to punish him.
"She confessed how she came there and everything you had done to her before she died," went on Leigh. "Jim Benny knows it; Bill Bigs knows it; they were there. The evidence is strong enough, if not to hang you, to send you to penal servitude for life."
Bellshaw tried to laugh, but was thoroughly frightened. He had often wondered what had become of the woman. The story sounded probable. She might have wandered as far as Leigh's hut. During the few minutes' respite Bellshaw thought of a way to retaliate.
"You shot Joe Calder," he said.
Glen being innocent, laughed. Bellshaw must have been dull if he did not see his shot had not gone home.
"I did not. I shouldn't wonder if you had a hand in it," retorted Glen.
"He was a friend of mine."
"You'd as soon leave a shot in a friend as an enemy if he was in your way," said Glen.
"Why have you told me this silly story?"