If I'd knowed then--" he paused impressively, "if I'd just knowed then, that was my time! I could have laid hands on the murderer.

He was there somewheres, most likely he was watching me; well, maybe it was all for the best, I don't know as a married man's got any right to take chances.

Anyway, I got to within, well--I should say, thirty feet of that lamp-post when all of a sudden Bill began to act up.

You never saw a horse act up like he done! He rose in his britching and then the other end of him come up and he acted like he wanted to set down on the singletree!" "Why did he do that ?" asked Custer.
"Well, I guess you've got some few things to learn, Custer;" said Mr.
Shrimplin indulgently.

"He smelt blood--that's what he smelt!" "Oh!" gasped Custer.
"I've knowed it to happen before.