“’Bout six feet from him.”
“How far from the Swede did yuh find Quinin Quinn?”
“’Bout two miles.”
“That don’t mean nothin’,” said Barney Stout. “Quinin was still pluggin’ along when they found him. Anyway, that Swede never shot him.”
“Zasso?”
Mr. Blue fastened his watery eyes upon Barney and lifted his sparse eyebrows.
“Mebbe you know who shot him,” he said.
“Well,” faltered Barney, “I dunno who shot him, but that —— Half-Moon cook was so drunk——”
“Yo’re excused!” snapped Blue, and then to Skelton:
“This here is goin’ t’ need investigatin’, Skelton. I dunno anythin’ about these two strangers who horns in on this deal—do you?”