Then he got on his hoss and went out.

All the way he was thinking hard.

Armstrong was the gent that was sheriff before Anderson; Armstrong was the gent that might get the job and throw him out again.

Ain't that clear?
Well, the sheriff gets close to the cabin and--" He paused and slowly extended his long arm toward the sheriff.

"What'd you do then ?" "Me?
I heard a shot--" "You left your hoss standing in the brush near the house," interrupted Bull, "and you went along on foot." "Does that sound reasonable, a gent going on foot when he might ride ?" demanded the sheriff.
"You didn't want to make no noise," said Bull, and his great voice swallowed the protest of the sheriff.
Anderson cast another glance at the listeners.