He did not stop till he was in his room at the hotel. "Now," he said, locking the door, "sit down. Yes, you BET. I got a warrant against Brick Willock! It was sworn out by a fellow named Jeremiah Kimball--you know him as 'Red.' The form's regular, charges weighty. Brick Willock was once a member of Red Kimball's gang; he's the only one that didn't come in to get his amnesty. See? Well, he killed Red's brother--shot 'im. Gledware's coming on to witness to it. Willock will claim he done the deed to save Gledware's life--his and his little gal's. But Gledware will show it was otherwise. Red told me all about it. Brick's a murderer, and worst of all, he's a murderer without an amnesty--that's the only difference between him and Red. Well, old tap, I took my oath to do my duty. You know what that signifies." "But there's no truth in all this rot. Brick HAD to shoot Kansas Kimball--" "Well, let him show that in court. My business is to take him alive. That ain't all, that's just the preface. Listen! If you'll believe me, the stage that Red and his pards was in--coming here to swear out the warrant, they was--that there stage was set on by this friend of yours--yes, Brick has gathered together some of his old pards and is a highwayman--why, he shot one of Red's witnesses, and he shot the driver!" "I know something about that holdup," cried Wilfred scornfully. "It must have been done by Indians." "Red SAW Brick amongst the gang. He RECOGNIZED him. Well, Red and his other pard gets on horses they cuts loose, and comes like lightning, and gets here, and tells the story--and maybe you think this community ain't a-rearing and a-charging and a-sniffing for blood! There'd be more excitement against Brick Willock if there was more community, but such as they is, is concentrated." "Mizzoo, listen to reason. Don't you understand that Red wants revenge, and has misrepresented this Indian attack to tally with his other lies?" "I wouldn't say nothing against Red, old tap. It ain't gentlemanly to call dead folk liars." "Dead folk!" echoed Wilfred, starting up. "I KNOWED you didn't understand that Red's off the trail forever," Mizzoo rejoined gently. "I knowed you wouldn't be accusing him so rancid, had you been posted on his funeral." Wilfred felt a great relief, then a great wonder.