“We won’t argue about that. I had to come out here to find where you were. I guess the sheriff didn’t think it was worth while to answer my telegram.”
“It wasn’t his fault, Marsh; I offered to notify yuh. But I didn’t.”
“You left my house rather suddenly that night, Nolan.”
“Yeah, I shore did. Why not? I thought mebbe you was dead, and I’d have stood a lot of chance with the police.”
“That’s how I guessed it,” smiled Marsh. “No, I don’t blame you, not for that. But you know who fired that shot, and you’re going to tell me who it was.”
Blaze shut his jaw tightly.
“Oh, yes, you are,” said Marsh slowly. “You’ll tell me who shot me, or I’ll send you back to the penitentiary.”
“You’ll send me back?”
“I’ll swear that you shot me, Nolan.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I’ve always heard that you was crooked, Marsh; but I never knew you’d stoop to bein’ a cheap liar. You know damn’ well I didn’t shoot you.”