He related to Stafford the attack by the rattler.

The latter showed some concern over the injury.
"I reckon you didn't do your own doctorin' ?" he asked.
Ferguson told him of the girl.

The manager's lips straightened.

A grim humor shone from his eyes.
"You stayed there over night ?" he questioned.
"I reckon I stayed there.

It was in a cabin down at a place which I heard the girl say was called 'Bear Flat.' I didn't ketch the name of the man." Stafford grinned coldly.