"And you, Rafe?"
Rafe Tuckleton nodded a reluctant head. "I'll pay."
"That's fine," said Billy heartily. "I'll be around to-morrow for the money."
Rafe Tuckleton did not attempt to demur at the shortness of time as he had done with Dan Slike. He recognized the utter futility of arguing with a man like Billy Wingo.
"By the way," said Billy, staring hard at Rafe Tuckleton, "I wonder if it was any part of Dan Slike's plan to kill Miss Walton too?"
Rafe's face went wooden. "How should I know?"
Billy nodded. "I was just wonderin'. No harm in that, I suppose. Lucky she wasn't there alla same."
"It was lucky," stated Tip O'Gorman. "Do you know I've been doing a li'l wondering myself. Why wasn't she there?"
"She just happened to be visiting the Prescotts'," replied Billy Wingo, his eyes on Rafe's face.
Rafe did his best to return the stare, but his eyes would drop despite his best effort.