“Then the villain who is responsible for this night’s work has escaped.”
“Do ye know him?”
“No, I don’t know him, but”—and there was a world of determination in the tone—“I am going to know him, and——”
He paused, and his eyes flashed ominously.
There was silence for a while, and then Angell said:
“It’s mighty queer ter find you here, Buffalo. I didn’t know you war in this yer neck o’ woods. When did ye come, an’ what’s all this business about? War you visitin’ Matt Holmes when ther cabin war sot afire?”
“I was, and I have a pretty long story to tell, Bart. Suppose we defer explanations until I get to your shack and have rested a bit.”
“That proposition is shore all right,” replied Angell. “Ye can’t walk, but I’ll tote ye along ther trail ’thout any trouble.”
“There is no hurry, Bart. Before we leave, I want to make sure that Matt Holmes is dead.”
“Ther galoot I laid out allowed ther war killin’ done,” said Angell, “an’ so I reckon that Holmes war murdered. Whar’ll I look fer him?”