"I knew I was right.

He wanted--" "Well, where did he go ?" demanded Harry Squires.
"I said it went to the top of the clift.

An' then he said, 'How do you git to the river ?' I tole him to go down this side path here an' 'round the bottom of the hill." "Didn't he go up the cliff ?" demanded the marshal.
"No, sir." "Well, what in thunder did he ask me where the cliff was if he--" "So he went to the river, eh ?" interrupted Squires.

"Come on, men; he went down through this brush and bottomland." "He got lost, I guess," volunteered the boy.
"What!" "'Cause he yelled at me after he'd gone in a-ways an' ast--an' ast--" The boy paused irresolutely.
"Asked what ?" "He ast me where in h---- the path was." "By ginger, that's him, right out an' out!" exclaimed Mr.Crow excitedly.
"'Nen he said he'd give me a quarter if I'd show him the way; so I--" "Did he give you the quarter ?" questioned one of the men.
"Yep.

He'd a roll of bills as big as my leg." Everybody gasped and thought of Grover's hog-money.
"You went to the river with him ?" interrogated the reporter.
"I went as fur as the clearin', an' then he tole me to stop.