It was your gun that had the discharged cartridge; Bill was yellin' that you fired it, and Enright, o' course, would have backed him up to save his own neck.

You was in a fight with the feller what was shot.

See! It was a mighty ugly fix, an' nobody in that outfit would 'a' listened to me.

It struck me, son, that Lacy was all-fired anxious to get rid of you--he saw a chance, and jumped for it.

What was the row about--your mine ?" "Partly, but mostly another affair.