Nick had him covered.
“Try again,” said the detective, “if you think you can do your own murdering.”
As he spoke, he was advancing upon the man.
Claymore gave one desperate look around.
He saw two wagons coming up the road.
Then he dropped his weapon, sat down on the ground, and put his hands to his face.
“You haven’t as much nerve as I thought you had,” remarked Nick.
He put handcuffs on the prisoner, and waited for the others to come up.
“I can tell you all about it,” said Nick, then. “This man Claymore found that he had bought land where the oil was scarce. He was so anxious to get the land cheap that he didn’t dare to prospect thoroughly. If he had done his work well, he would have seen that the place for oil wells is further up the stream and nearer Low’s house.