“You’re too sharp, Isaacs,” declared the scout, “to let any one fool you that way. Nate couldn’t have taken the stones right under your eyes.”
“Vell, how it vas der shtones vas foundt in his sattlepags?”
“There’s an explanation,” said the scout curtly, “and Nate isn’t involved in it. Were Benner, or any of his men, in town during the afternoon?”
“Jerry Benner was in town, Buffler Bill,” called the clerk from behind the counter.
“Was he at this hotel at the time of the robbery?”
“Nix, he wasn’t at this hotel at all. I only heerd he was in town from fellers that seen him.”
“Did you see Jerry Benner, Isaacs?” asked the scout, fixing a keen glance on the Jew.
“How shouldt I see him?” quavered Isaacs.
“I don’t know how you did, but did you?”
“No, I dit nod see Cherry.”