“Yes, and a little to the right. Now if he fell straight,—and I think he did, because the way he went shows that he was running, and that he simply pitched forward,—the shot must have come from near the bridge, maybe from those trees a little down-stream from the bridge. Now there's just one man could have done it, to my notion. He was an old hand, because it was a pretty shot at the distance and in that light.”
“Who do you think?”
“Well, now, there's Roche. He skipped out some time ago and left Estelle in the woods. He wouldn't have done that unless he was badly scared, would he? Isn't he a pretty poor lot, anyway—no nerve, just bluster?”
“That's Pete. If he is fairly started running, he won't stop to-night.”
“That's about what I thought about him. It's pretty plain he would never have come back here with McGlory after him—you see McGlory had come after him,—he was chasing Roche because he had run off with Estelle—and made such a cool shot as that was. So we 'll rule out Roche. And McGlory is ruled out too, and Estelle.”
“Oh—”
“So that leaves just 'the boss'—Spencer.”
“That sounds reasonable.”
“He has nerve enough for anything, hasn't he?”
“He looks as if he had.”