“What’s that ye say?” he demanded; “who’s right?”
“The man who just spoke.”
“Him?” pointing to Snell.
“Yes. I don’t know who he is.”
“And I s’pose ye don’t know him, nuther,” pointing to Snell’s companion.
“I certainly don’t.”
It was plain enough that nobody believed the detective, but he breathed easier.
His interruption had gained time.
The men were not so likely now to shoot in a hurry and ask questions afterward.
Patsy had been set on the ground with his back to a rock.