“He isn’t dead!” the scout told her.
“No! Then, if you know where he is, you had better arrest him at once; for that man is Tim Benson, the road agent.”
“You’re sure of that?” the scout demanded.
“Well, I reckon I am. Didn’t he come down to the Casino to see me yesterday, and just because he was jealous of Dane?”
“Is Dane the name of the man who was killed by Juniper Joe?”
A dash of tears came into her eyes.
“Well, no, it isn’t, if I have to tell; and as he is dead, it doesn’t matter now. His name was Ward—John Ward.”
It was another surprise; for John Ward was almost as notorious an outlaw as Tim Benson.
“It was a case of jealousy between Ward and Benson,” she explained. “Benson came down to the Casino, and threatened to kill me there, because Ward had been to see me. Then Ward got mad, when I told him about it, and swore he would kill Benson, or tell the authorities who Benson really was. He didn’t like Benson, and he didn’t like Juniper Joe; and he thought Juniper was the biggest scoundrel of the two. There had been bad blood between them a long time.”
“Aw! Go ahead with yer lies!” Juniper Joe snarled at her, giving her baleful glances. “Make up some good ones while you’re at it.”