After all had been presented to his sister Cameron pursued his question. “What does it mean, Inspector?”
“Mean? Ask Cochrane.”
“Mr. Cochrane, tell me,” cried Mandy, “who began this?”
“Ask Mr. Thatcher there,” replied Mr. Cochrane.
“Who is responsible for this, Mr. Thatcher?” cried Mandy.
“Don't rightly know how the thing started. First thing I knowed they was all at it.”
“See here, Thatcher, you might as well own up. I am going to know anyway. Where did the logs come from, for instance?” said Cameron in a determined voice.
“Logs? Guess Bracken knows,” replied Cochrane, turning to a tall, lanky rancher who was standing at a little distance.
“Bracken,” cried Cameron, striding to him with hand outstretched, “what about the logs for the house? Where did they come from?”
“Well, I dunno. Smith was sayin' somethin' about a bee and gettin' green logs.”