“How so?” inquired Dick, quickly.
It did not take me long to relate the incident of the Mexican.
Dick looked like a thunder-cloud, but Jim swayed and shook with laughter.
“You knocked him off the roof? Wal, thet shore is dee-lightful. It shore is!”
“Yes; and, Dick,” I went on, breathlessly, “the Greaser followed me, and if I hadn't missed the trail, I don't know what would have happened. Anyway, he got here first.”
“The Greaser trailed you?” interrupted Dick, sharply.
When I replied he glanced keenly at me. “How do you know?”
“I suspected it when I saw him with two men in the forest. But now I know it.”
“How?”
“I heard Buell tell Stockton he had put the Greaser on my trail.”