"Told him the truth, more idjit he."
They were fighting. "Captain, what do you say to following this trail?" they clamored.
Ellton stood by the door, with his hands in his pockets, and a countenance that tried hard to maintain the severity of discipline. But he was plainly enjoying it.
"Squaw-man, isn't he?" Brewster asked.
It was the post-trader, he told Felipa when he came back, and he was asking for help from the officer-of-the-day. Some citizens down at the store were gambling and drinking high, and were becoming uproarious.
"Well, I didn't kill them, did I?" he whined.
It was too foolish to answer.