"You're cracked!" he exclaimed. "Nash didn't do it!"
"What do you know about it?"
"Well, I guess I know that much, anyhow."
"Then who did it?"
"Don't know."
"But I do. You keep your eye on Nash when I tackle him. Then you'll know."
Dick shook his head.
"I guess not," he murmured, and went upstairs, leaving the captain alone with his thin smile and long cigar.
"I do believe that old crow has a slat loose," reflected the trapper. "I'd give a good lot to know what he's truly thinking about, anyhow."
Doctor Nash, after brief greetings, set to work on Rayton's wounded shoulder. He made a close examination, but asked no questions. He worked swiftly for about half an hour.