“So, there you are, according to my way of thinking.”
“Why don’t you arrest Joe, then? You say that you are a detective.”
The little man flushed slightly.
“I suppose I oughtn’t to admit it,” he said; “but, since Joe took that shot at me, I’m afraid of him; if I should go up to his cabin, he would down me, and ask what I had come for afterward. That’s the way I look at it.”
“If I should arrest this woman, and find that you are right, what would you expect?” the scout demanded.
“The half of that ten thousand reward for the arrest of Tim Benson,” was the unexpected statement.
“What is that?” cried the scout.
“I heard, before I came here, that Tim Benson is a woman!”
The scout sat pondering this.
“Would that be any reason why Juniper Joe should want to shoot you?”