“You are.”
“Yes. The mask was found just outside the office where the man dropped it before he got into the saddle.”
“So?”
“That’s not all. Curly and I found something else, too—the old shirt from which the cloth was cut.”
The sheepman swept him with one of his side-long, tiger-cat glances. “Where did you find it?”
“In a barrel back of the Jack of Hearts.”
“Now, if you only knew who put it there,” suggested Cass, with ironic hopefulness.
“It happens I do. I have a witness who saw a man shove that old shirt down in the barrel after tearing a piece off.”
“Your witness got a name, Bucky?”
“I’ll not mention the name now. If it became too well known something might happen to my witness.”