“I know him.”
“You mean that you once knew him. Right now he is dead.”
“Wow! What did he die of?”
“A bullet out of my pistol.”
The apelike man edged away, staring at Benson.
“Does that hit you in a tender spot?”
“Not p’ticklerly; he wasn’t no friend of mine.”
“I’m glad of it. This woman I’m telling you about never forgave me for killing Ward; though, as I look at it, it was Ward for the graveyard, or me. He would have killed me, only that I got him first.”
Then Benson related his adventures in Blossom Range in detail, and when he had finished the apelike man sat staring in admiration at the master villain.
“You’re shore a wonder!” he ejaculated.