Ain't that clear? Well, the sheriff gets close to the
cabin and--"
He paused and slowly extended his long arm toward the sheriff. "What'd
you do then?"
"Me? I heard a shot--"
"You left your hoss standing in the brush near the house," interrupted
Bull, "and you went along on foot."
"Does that sound reasonable, a gent going on foot when he might ride?"
demanded the sheriff.
"You didn't want to make no noise," said Bull, and his great voice
swallowed the protest of the sheriff.
Anderson cast another glance at the listeners. Plainly they were
fascinated by this tale, and they were following it step by step
with nods.
"You didn't make no noise, either," went on Bull Hunter. "You slipped
up to the cabin real soft, and you climbed up on the east side of the
house over some rocks."
"Why in reason should a man climb over rocks? Why wouldn't he go right
to the door?"
"Because you didn't want to be seen."
"Then why not the west window, fool!"
"You tried that window first, but they was some dry brush lying in
front of it, and you couldn't come close enough to look in without
making a noise stepping on the dead wood.
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