They can't indict him on the evidence.

They haven't got any evidence,--not any more than just the fact that he rode in with the news.

No need to worry; he'll be turned loose in a few days." He picked up the gate, dragged it after him as he went through, and fumbled the wire loop into place over the post.

"I wish," he said when he had mounted with the gate between them, "you hadn't been so particular to say you saw him ride home about the same time you did.
That looks bad, Lite." "Bad for who ?" Lite turned in the saddle aggressively.
"Looks bad all around.

I don't see what made you do that;--not when you knew Jim and Aleck had both testified before you did." Lite rode slowly down the road to the stable, and cursed the impulse that had made him blunder so.