Mebby my eyesight was better because I spent a year and a half with you on the trail.

You were lying.

What's your game, old man ?" Kent groaned.

"Have I got to go all over it again ?" he appealed.
O'Connor began thumping back and forth over the floor.

Kent had seen him that way sometimes in camp when there were perplexing problems ahead of them.
"You didn't kill John Barkley," he insisted.