“Well, young man, you seem to have a genius for gettin’ into trouble. Burglary, assault and battery, possibly murder, and I don’t know what I could arrest you for after breakin’ into my house, but it would be something,” Enoch Cole said grimly, when he was carried back up to the cupola.
“Anyway, I’m glad to know the sheriff ain’t lookin’ for me.”
“Listened, eh? Well, I don’t know as I blame yuh. Do you suppose you could clear yourself of the charge of robbin’ Blunt’s store?”
“I’m sure of it—if I had the time.”
“Take the time. If it’s like you say you’ll have to do it right away. It depends on the testimony of an Injun squaw, an’ if you don’t git it while she can still be sure, her evidence won’t have no weight,” Enoch advised.
“But I’m more interested in this other matter,” Bert said.
