"But I told you before that I wasn't doin' any shootin'." "Correct," agreed the manager.

"What I want you to do is to prove that Radford's the man.

We can't do anything until we prove that he's been rustlin'.

An' then----" He smiled grimly.
"You reckon to know the girl's name too ?" inquired Ferguson.
"It's Mary," stated the manager.

"I've heard Leviatt talk about her." Ferguson contemplated the manager gravely.