"You held up the stage. Jerry Fern saw your horse. So did all the passengers. Your clothes were identified, too. Jerry told the passengers to pay particular attention to your clothes and the brass guard on your gun and be able to describe 'em later. They did, and everbody in town recognized 'em. Oh, we've got you."
"So clever of you—and cleverer of Jerry Fern. He told the passengers to remember what I wore, did he?"
"Naturally," said the district attorney hastily. "It was the obvious thing to do."
Billy nodded. "Of course it was. Bright man, Jerry. Tell you, Arthur, suppose I bring back Dan Slike, would that help me in—my trouble?"
"How do you mean?"
"You want Dan Slike caught, don't you?"
"Of course I do."
"Liar," Billy said to himself. Aloud he remarked. "You've come around, I see. You really believe now that Dan Slike killed Tom Walton and Judge Driver?"
"Certainly, he killed them," avowed the district attorney. "And when he's caught we'll hang him."
"That's the proper spirit, Arthur. I have a theory that, since it seems certain that Dan Slike didn't go to Walton's after he escaped, he went north to the Medicine Mountains."