CHAPTER II.
CONCERNING LITE AND A FEW FOOTPRINTS "Lucky you was with me all day, up to four o'clock, Lite," Jim said.
"That lets you out slick and clean, seeing the doctor claims he'd been dead six hours when he seen him last night.

Crofty--why, Crofty was laying in there dead when I was talking about him to you! Kinda gives a man the creeps to think of it.

Who do you reckon done it, Lite ?" "How'n hell do _I_ know ?" Lite retorted irritably.

"I didn't see it done." Jim studied awhile, an ear cocked for the signal that the coroner was ready to begin the inquest.

"Say," he leaned over and whispered in Lite's ear, "where was Aleck at, all day yesterday ?" "Riding over in the bend, looking for black-leg signs," said Lite promptly.