"I thought you said there were three," said Billy Wingo.
"Two or three," snappily.
"Suspicions don't count for much," said Billy. "You know that, Reelfoot. Have you any evidence against these men?"
"Sure I have," was the reply. "The bodies of my two cows and a plain track of blood and moccasins to within a mile of the cabin."
"Did the trail stop there—within a mile?"
"Feller had a horse tied. He packed on the beef and rode himself. I trailed the horse to the corral back of the cabin."
"Were you alone?"
"My friend Jack Faber was with me. He can back up everything I say."
"And you mean to tell me, Reelfoot, that you trailed this beef to the Cayler cabin and then allowed the men inside to get the drop on you and run you off?"
"They threw down first," Reelfoot insisted sullenly. "They got the drop. What could we do?"