“Size an’ heft don’t allus count,” said Nomad naïvely. “F’r instance, thar’s Buffler, an’ thar’s me.”
“I judge that it’s your opinion,” the scout remarked, “that Juniper Joe didn’t make any mistake?”
“No; he simply lied.”
“Why?”
“I’ll have to leave that to you; for I don’t know.”
“Unless he really made a mistake, and thought you were Benson, he wouldn’t have any reason to want to shoot you?”
“If he had any reason, I don’t know it.”
“Then, we may suppose that, seeing you there by the door, and not having time to correct his first impression, he felt sure you were Benson, and blazed away.”
“Mighty careless of him to do that!” said the stranger.
His light-blue eyes twinkled, as if the thing amused him.