He thinks I'm crazy this morning." "I reckon the team came on toward home after the fellow jumped out," Lone observed.

"He'd plan that way, seems to me.

I know I would." "I guess that's right.

I don't have experience in killing somebody," Swan returned blandly, and Lone was too preoccupied to wonder at the unaccustomed sarcasm.
A little farther along Swan swooped down upon a blue dotted handkerchief of the kind which men find so useful where laundries are but a name.
Again Lone stopped and bent to examine it as Swan spread it out in his hands.

A few tiny grains of sandstone rattled out, and in the center was a small blood spot.