It was as though they did not hear. This terrible crime, this heinous sin, had been committed, but they did not want to believe. Grant said hopefully, "Maybe 'twar an outlander." "'Twar no outlander," Barr muttered. "'Twas a hill man." Jeff trembled, fired with another idea. If the tree could talk, he had thought, it might tell who shot Johnny Blazer. _The tree could talk!_ "Are you afraid to find out who did it?" he challenged. Barr glowered at him. "An' how do we do that!" "Dig the bullet out of the tree." "Pay nao heed to him!" Pete intoned. "He would but tangle us an' lead us from him." "Hold your tongue!" Barr ordered gruffly. "No man walks safe with one among us who shoots men as he would a varmint! Get the bullet, Dabb!" Dabb left a second time and Jeff hoped his wildly beating heart could not be heard. To these mountain men killing was right, as long as men met in a fair fight. But it was soul-blackening, the extreme depths of degradation, to kill as Johnny Blazer's killer had, and that killer was about to be known. Only one rifle could have fired the fatal shot, and the hill men would recognize that bullet and know who had fired it. Or would they? Four of the Whitneys present carried thirty caliber rifles and there must be more in the hills. Jeff's hopes alternately rose and waned. Then Dabb came back and held up the leaden slug so all could see. Four pairs of eyes swung accusingly on Pete. Mushrooming where it had struck Johnny and then the tree, the slug still retained its shape where it had fitted its brass shell. There could be no mistake; it was fifty caliber. Sweat broke out on Pete's forehead. "Hit--Hit--'Twarn't me!" Barr spat, "'Twar you!" "He--he stole pelts out'en my traps!" "You met him unfair!" Pete half screamed. "He had a rifle an' shot afore I did!" Barr said relentlessly, "Whar was his rifle?" "I--I brought it back here!" "He had no rifle! You lay like a whiskered cat afore a mouse's den an' gave him no fairness. Do not add a lie to cowardice." Jeff said eagerly, "Now you know, Barr. Now all of you know, and Dan did tell part of the truth. I promised him that we'd find out who shot his father. It was all we wanted and all we will want. I am not a policeman." Barr looked squarely at him. "So you say." "It's true. Go to Ackerton and find out what I did there. And think a little. Neither the Whitneys nor anyone else can take the law into their own hands and forever keep it there. Do the right thing now." "An' what is that?" "Take Pete into Smithville and turn him over to Bill Ellis. He'll get a fair trial." "_Pah!_" Yancey exploded. "Give our kin into the law's keep? 'Tis best to shoot him ourselves!" "Stop the talkin'." Barr was still looking at Jeff. "You say ye are a peddler an' naught else?" "I say so." "Yet, you saw fit to beholden yourself to the boy? You took it upon yourself to tell him you'd settle with whosoever shot his father?" "I did."