I suspected he was the man up here with the rifle.
That day--that first day, when you told me about someone shooting at you--he came over to the station.

And I saw two or three scraps of sage sticking under his shirt-collar, as if he had been out in the brush; you know how it breaks off and sticks, when you go through it.

And he said he had been asleep.

And there isn't any sage where a man would have to go through it unless he got right out in it, away from the trails.

I thought then that he was the man--" "You didn't tell me." And this time he spoke reproachfully.
"It was after you had left that I saw it.