Some one breathed hard.
"Moore, what do them tracks look like to you ?" asked the sheriff.
"They look like mine," replied the cowboy.
"They are yours." "I'm not denying that." "I cut them pieces of mud from beside a water-hole over hyar under Gore Peak.

We'd trailed the cattle Belllounds lost, an' then we kept on trailin' them, clear to the road that goes over the ridge to Elgeria....

Now Bridges an' Lindsay hyar bought stock lately from strange cattlemen who didn't give no clear idee of their range.

Jest buyin' an' sellin', they claimed....

I reckon the extra hoss tracks we run across at Gore Peak connects up them buyers an' sellers with whoever drove Belllounds's cattle up thar....