“Some fellow,” said they, “who gets others to do his work for him.”
Two or three knew Claymore by sight, and they were not surprised.
“Well?” said the newcomer, when he sat down at the table in the corner, and three heads were put close together.
“We done it,” said Nat.
“Sure?[{31}]”
“He’s dead as a nail.”
There was a short pause. Then, in a low voice:
“You lie, Nat.”
Both the criminals started angrily, but they gritted their teeth and looked at the man, who added:
“He’s just as alive as I am. Less than an hour ago he brought Hank Low in on a charge of murder.”