“Well, why are you all here? Have none of you sense enough to get after him?”
“Arizona is after him, and, until the sheriff comes, he is sufficient. He will never leave his trail.”
There was no mistaking the significance Tresler conveyed in his last remark. The rancher took him up sharply.
“What do you mean?”
“Arizona has no love for Anton.”
“Ah! And Jake. Who found him? Who was there when he died?”
Marbolt’s eyes had fixed themselves on Tresler’s face. And the latter had no hesitation in suiting his reply to his own purpose.
“I found him—dead; quite dead. His death must have been instantaneous.”
“So.”