"The fellow you saw jumped off with the liquor, though one wouldn't expect him to carry it far.

You say he was tall; did he walk a little lame ?" "It was too dark to tell.

I'm inclined to think I would know him again." "Well," explained Flett, "this is the kind of thing Little Ax is likely to have a hand in, and he's the tallest buck in the crowd.

I'll stick to the team until we come across somebody who knows its owner.

The first thing we have to do is to find that case of liquor." Half an hour later the teamster came back carrying it, and set it down before the constable with a grin.
"Guess it's your duty to see what's in these bottles," he remarked.
"Shall I get one out ?" "You needn't; I've a pretty good idea," answered Flett; adding meaningly, "besides, it's the kind of stuff a white man can't drink." Then he turned to George.