The fust thing I knew he had it, an' the next
thing I knew he'd pulled the trigger. He meant it fer you, but Beaton
got it."
"It was Enright then who fired the shot?"
"Sure it was Enright; I saw him, but that didn't cut any ice after I
got inside. Do you see? The whole crowd was Lacy's gang; they'd do
whatever he said. It was your gun that had the discharged cartridge;
Bill was yellin' that you fired it, and Enright, o' course, would have
backed him up to save his own neck. You was in a fight with the feller
what was shot. See! It was a mighty ugly fix, an' nobody in that
outfit would 'a' listened to me. It struck me, son, that Lacy was
all-fired anxious to get rid of you--he saw a chance, and jumped for
it. What was the row about--your mine?"
"Partly, but mostly another affair. The best thing I can do is tell
you about it. What's going on up there?"
He pointed up the stream, and Brennan shaded his eyes to look, although
careful to keep well under cover, confident that any movement would be
observed from the shore.
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