Suddenly he turned to Lone, his face flushing with honest shame.
"Loney, take a damn Swede and give him something he believes, and you could pull his teeth before you pull that notion from his thick head.
You acted funny, that day Fred Thurman was killed, and you gave yourself away at the stable when I showed you that saddle.

So I think you're the killer, and I keep on thinking that, and I've been trying to catch you with evidence.

I'm a Swede, all right! Square head.

Built of wood two inches thick.

Loney, you kick me good.