"What did you find out?"
"I met your friend."
"What friend?"
"Mr. Keller, the rustler and bank robber," he drawled insolently, looking full in her face.
"Tell me at once what you found out."
"I found Mr. Keller riding a roan with four white stockings and a wound on its flank."
She caught at the jamb. "You didn't, Brill!"
"I ce'tainly did," he jeered.
"What—what did you do?" Her lips were white as her cheeks.
"I haven't done, anything—yet. You see, I was alone. The other boys hadn't arrived then."