The sheriff! Larry blinked painfully. What would he tell the sheriff? What could he tell the sheriff? Tell him what they had heard? He wanted to cry, but fought down the impulse. He came over close to the squaw and she looked queerly at him.
“Minnie,” he said, “you didn’t hear anythin’, didja?”
She stared at him for a moment. Then:
“White man law,” she said.
“White man law, Minnie?”
“One man kill—one man hang.”
“Oh! Minnie, you mean they’d hang—him?”
“White man law hang him sure.”
“You would tell ’em, Minnie?”
She looked at him for several moments, her round face as blank of expression as the wall behind her. Finally she spoke.