"No, I couldn't," muttered Dreer.
"You see, sir?" Amy appealed to the stranger. "Memory still pretty bad!"
"Hm, yes, I see. You think--ah--"
"Absolutely certain, sir."
"Then, perhaps, a little more--treatment--"
"My idea exactly, sir!" Amy advanced toward Dreer again, hands up. Dreer looked about at the unrelenting faces, and,
"I'll tell!" he cried. "I did it. Durkin hit me. You were there; you saw him!" He appealed to Clint. "And--and I told him I'd get even. So--so I did!" He looked defiantly about him. "I warned him."
Amy nodded and reached for his coat. The stranger held it for him and handed him his cap.
"Thank you, sir," said Amy. "That's all, Dreer. You may go."
"I--I'll get you into trouble for this, Byrd," called Dreer as he moved away. "You needn't think I'm through with you, you big bully!"