Is it because yu has a tender feelin', or because it's none of yore blame business ?" He asked aggressively.
Hopalong paled with sudden anger, but controlled himself.
"It's because yu murdered Harris," he replied.
"Shoo! An' how does yu figger it out ?" Asked Thirsty, jauntily.
"He was huntin' yu hard an' yu thought yu'd stop it, so yu came in to lay for him.

When yu saw me an' him together yu saw di' chance to wipe out another score.

That's how I figger it out," replied Hopalong quietly.
"Yore a reg'lar 'tective, ain't yu ?" Thirsty asked ironically.
"I've got common sense," responded Hopalong.
"Yu has?
Yu better tell th' rest that, too," replied Thirsty.
"I know yu shot Harris, an' yu can't get out of it by makin' funny remarks.

Anyhow, yu won't be much loss, an' th' stage company'll feel better, too." "Shoo! An' suppose I did shoot him, I done a good job, didn't I ?" "Yu did the worst job yu could do, yu highway robber," softly said Hopalong, at the same time moving nearer.

"Harris knew yu stopped th' stage last month, an' that's why yu've been dodgin' him." "Yore a liar!" shouted Thirsty, reaching for his gun.
The movement was fatal, for before he could draw, the Colt in Hopalong's holster leaped out and flashed from its owner's hip and Thirsty fell sideways, face down in the dust of the street.
Hopalong started toward the fallen man, but as he did so a shot rang out from behind the store and he pitched forward, stumbled and rolled behind the bowlder.