In the big living room of the adobe ranch house much time had been
wasted in cross-questions and foolish answers. Stella Vorhis had been
banished to her own room and Sheriff Matt Lisner had privately told
off a man to make sure she did not escape.
Lisner and Ben Creagan, crossest of the four examiners, had been
prepared to meet by crushing denial an eager and indignant statement
from Pringle, adducing the Gadsden House affair and his subsequent
companying with Foy as proof positive of Foy's innocence. That no
such accusation came from Pringle set these able but mystified deniers
entirely at a loss, left the denial high and dry. Creagan mopped his
brow furtively.
"Vorhis," said Sheriff Matt, red and angry from an hour's endeavor, "I
think you're telling a pack of lies--every word of it. You know mighty
well where Foy is."
The Major's gray goatee quivered.
"Guess I'll tell you lies if I want to," he retorted defiantly.
"But, Sheriff, he may be telling us the truth," urged Paul Breslin.
"Foy may very well have ridden here alone before Vorhis got here. I've
known the Major a long time. He isn't the man to protect a red-handed
murderer."
"Aw, bah! How do you know I won't? How do you know he's a murderer?
You make me sick!" declared the Major hotly.
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