How could he convict the sheriff?
How, with his clumsy wits and his clumsy tongue, could he bring the truth to light?
Had he possessed the keen eyes of his uncle he felt that a single glance would have made the guilt stand up in the face of Anderson.

But his own eyes, alas, were dull and clouded.
Thoughtfully, with bowed head, he held his course.

A strange picture, surely, this man who so devoutly wished to free another from the danger of the law in order that he might take a life into his own hands.

But the contrast did not strike home to Bull.

To him everything that he did was as clear as day.