“I should say not!” said Dawn emphatically.
“Cutter?”
Dawn smiled.
“Oh, he has been out here. Perhaps he came to see me.”
“The sheriff?”
Dawn sobered quickly and glanced toward the closed door.
“You don’t need to answer that,” said Hashknife softly. “He’s all right.”
“Yes; he’s all right,” said Dawn. “But what’s the use of these questions, Mr. Hartley?”
“Were there any others?” queried Hashknife. “Honest, I want to know.”
Dawn bit her lip reflectively.