"What for?" demanded Gordon, surprised.
"Doc thinks it will run to murder, I reckon."
The field agent was startled. "You mean--Macdonald?"
The brown man chewed his quid steadily. "You done guessed it."
"That"s absurd, you know. What evidence have you got?"
"First off, you"d had trouble with him. It was common talk that when you and Mac met, guns were going to pop. You bought an automatic revolver at the Seattle & Kusiak Emporium two days ago. You was seen practising with it."
"He had threatened me."
"You want to be careful what you say, Mr. Elliot. It will be used against you." Gopher shot a squirt of tobacco unerringly at the open door of the stove. "You was seen talking with Trelawney and Northrup.
Money pa.s.sed from you to them."
"I gave them a loan of ten dollars each because they were broke. Is that criminal?" demanded Gordon angrily.
"That"s your story. You"ll git a chance to tell it to the jury, I shouldn"t wonder. Mebbe they"ll believe it. You never can tell."
"Believe it! Why, you muttonhead, I found him where he was bleeding to death and brought him in."
"That"s what I heard say. Kinder queer, ain"t it, you happened to be the man that found him?"
"Nothing queer about it. I was riding in from Seven-Mile Creek Camp."
Gordon was exasperated, but not at all alarmed.
"So you was. While you was out at the camp, you asked one of the boys how big the pay-roll would be."
"Does that prove I was planning a hold-up? Isn"t that the last thing I would have asked if I had intended robbery?"
"Don"t ask me. I ain"t no psychologist. All I know is you took an interest in the bank-roll on the way."
"I"m here for the Government investigating Macdonald. I was getting information--earning my pay. Can you understand that?"
Gopher chewed his cud impa.s.sively. "Sure I can, and I been earning mine.
By the way, howcome you to be beat up so bad, Mr. Elliot?"
"I had a fight with the robbers."
"Sure it wasn"t with the robbed. That split lip of yours looks to me plumb like Mac"s John Hanc.o.c.k."
Elliot flushed angrily. "Of course if you intend to believe me guilty--"
"Now, there ain"t no manner o" use in gettin" het up, young fellow.
Mebbe you did it; mebbe you didn"t. Anyhow, you"ll gimme that gat you been toting these last few days."
Gordon"s hand moved toward his hip. Then he remembered.
"I haven"t it. I left it--"
"You left it at the ford--with one sh.e.l.l empty. That"s where you left it," interrupted the officer.
"Yes. I fired at Northrup as he rushed me."
"Um-hu," a.s.sented Jones, impudent unbelief in his eye. "At Northrup or at Macdonald."
"What do you think I did with the money, then? Did I eat it?"
"Not so you could notice it. Since you put it to me flat-foot, you gave it to your pardners. You didn"t want it. They did. They have got the horse too--and they"re hitting the high spots to make their get-away."
Elliot was locked up in the flimsy jail without breakfast. He was furious, but as he paced up and down the narrow beat beside the bed his anger gave way to anxiety. Surely the Pagets could not believe he had done such a thing. And Sheba--would she accept as true this weight of circ.u.mstantial evidence that was piling up against him?
It could all be explained so easily. And yet--the facts fitted like links of a chain to condemn him. He went over them one by one. The babbling tongue of Selfridge that had made common gossip of the impending tragedy in which he and Macdonald were the princ.i.p.als--his purchase of the automatic--his public meeting with two known enemies of the Scotchman, during which he had been seen to give them money--his target practice with the new revolver--the unhappy chance that had taken him out to Seven-Mile Creek Camp the very day of the robbery--his casual questions of the miners--even the finding of the body by him. All of these dovetailed with the hypothesis that his partners in crime were to escape and bear the blame, while he was to bring the body back to town and a.s.sume innocence.
Paget was admitted to his cell later in the morning by Gopher Jones. He shook hands with the prisoner. Jones retired.
"Tough luck, Gordon," the engineer said.
"What does Sheba think?" asked the young man quickly.
"We haven"t told her you have been arrested. I heard it only a little while ago."
"And Diane?"
"Yes, she knows."
"Well?" demanded Gordon brusquely.
Peter looked at him in questioning surprise. "Well, what?" He caught the meaning of his friend. "Try not to be an a.s.s, Gordon. Of course she knows the charge is ridiculous."
The chip dropped from the young man"s shoulder. "Good old Diane. I might have known," he said with a new cheerfulness.
"I think you might have," agreed Peter dryly. "By the way, have you had any breakfast?"
"No. I"m hungry, come to think of it."
"I"ll have something sent in from the hotel."
"How"s Macdonald?"
"He"s alive--and while there"s life there is hope."
"Any news of the murderers?" asked Gordon.
"Posses are combing the hills for them. They stole a packhorse from a truck gardener up the valley. It seems they bought an outfit for a month yesterday--said they were going prospecting."
They talked for a few minutes longer, mainly on the question of a lawyer and the chances of getting out on bond. Peter left the prisoner in very much better spirits than he had found him.