"How do you know the horse?"
"I got reason a-plenty to know him. He cleaned me out in Walla Walla when he beat Clatawa; and I guess you're the racin' shark that cold-decked us boys with this ringer."
Now Bulldog knew why the aversion.
"I'm Carney," he 'admitted; "but it was the gamblers put up the job; I just beat them out."
"Where d'you come from now?" the cave man asked.
"Bailey's Ferry," Carney answered in oblique precaution. He noticed that the other hung with peculiar intensity on his answer.
"How long was you fightin' that blizzard?"
"Since daylight—when I broke camp." Carney looked at his watch; it was three o'clock. "How long have I been here?"
"A couple of hours. Was you runnin' booze or hop, Bulldog?"
Carney started. Perhaps the cave man was conveying a covert threat, an intimation that he might inform on him. "Don't let's talk shop," he answered.