"But you deserved to be locked up, after that attack on Dan and Henry Parker."
At this the half-breed shrugged his shoulders.
"And you must remember perfectly well what you did before that," continued Amos Radbury.
"I didn't get Bison Head to attack you,—he did that on his own account."
"But you came in afterward and robbed the place. It is useless, for you to deny any longer that you took those papers relating to this grant of land."
For several minutes Stiger was silent. At last he lifted his eyes.
"Are you goin' to give me dat drink?" he asked, falling back into his Indian accent.
"Yes,—if you'll promise to tell me about the papers."
"I—I will."
Pompey was at once sent for a pitcher of fresh water, and when it arrived Hank Stiger grabbed it with both hands and drained it dry. Nectar could not have tasted sweeter to him.
"Now what did you do with the papers?" Amos Radbury asked, after Stiger had given a long sigh of satisfaction.
"I—I lost 'em."
Instantly Amos Radbury's face flushed, and he sprang to his feet.
