“Well, I reckon.”
“Then you probably saw the man Juniper Joe shot at?”
“I did.”
“Joe claimed the man was Tim Benson, the road agent.”
“I ain’t fergittin’ that, neither.”
“Try to recall if one of the road agents resembled that man in any way.”
Brown pondered over this.
“Well, the littlest one might have been him,” he said; “I should say he was about that size.”
“Some one on the inside must have informed the agents that you and Austin were going over the mountains with the treasure bags,” said the scout. “You couldn’t give a guess as to who that could be?”
“I’ve been thinkin’ about that,” Brown confessed. “No, I can’t say who it could have been. My best guess is, that if that little man was Benson he hung round somewhere and overheard the talk when the thing was planned.”