Detective and mystery stories; West (U.S.) -- Fiction
The young Indian added nothing to the testimony he had given at his
preliminary hearing. He told, briefly, how he and his followers had
found the body beside the Dollar Sign road. The prosecuting attorney was
quick to sense a difference in the way the Indian's story was received.
When he had first told it, disbelief was evident. Today it seemed to be
impressing crowd and jury as the truth.
The same sentiment seemed to be even more pronounced when Jim McFann
took the stand, after Fire Bear's brief testimony was concluded without
cross-examination. Audience and jury sat erect. Word was passed out to
the crowd that the half-breed was testifying. In the court-room there
was such a stir that the bailiff was forced to rap for order.
The prosecuting attorney, seeing the case slipping away from him, was
moved to frantic denunciations. He challenged McFann's every statement.
"You claim that you had lost your lariat and were looking for it. Also
that you came upon this dead body, with your rope used to fasten the
murdered man to stakes that had been driven into the prairie?" sneered
the attorney.
"Yes;" said McFann.
"And you claim that you were frightened away by the arrival of Fire Bear
and his Indians before you had a chance to remove the rope?"
"Yes; but I want to add something to that statement," said the
half-breed.
"All right--what is it?"
"There was another man by the body when I came there looking for my
rope."
"Who was that man?"
"Talpers."
A thrill ran through the court-room as the half-breed went on and
described how he had found the trader stooping over the murdered man,
and how Talpers had shown him a watch which he had taken from the
victim, but claimed that was all the valuables that had been found. Also
he described how Talpers had prevailed upon him to keep the trader's
presence a secret, which McFann had done in his previous testimony.
"Why do you come in with this story, at this late day?" asked the
attorney.
"Because Talpers was lying to me all the time. He had taken money from
that man--some of it in thousand-dollar bills. I did not care for the
money. It was just that this man had lied to me, after I had done all
his bootlegging work. He was playing safe at my expense. If it had been
found that the dead man was robbed, he was ready to lay the blame on me.
When I heard of the money he had hidden, I knew the game he had played.
I walked in on him, and made him take the dead man's money from his
safe. I threw the money in his face and dared him to fight. When he
tried to shoot me, I killed him. It was better that he should die. I
don't care what you do with me, but how are you going to hang Fire Bear
or hang me for being near that body, _when Bill Talpers was there
first_?"
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