He grinned.  “I’ll tell you that if you’ll tell me who you lent it to.”

Her curt answer reminded him that he was in her eyes a convicted criminal.  “It’s of no importance, sir.”

“That’s what you think, Miss Sanderson.”

She sorted the newspapers in the bundle, and began to slip them into the private boxes where they belonged.  Presently, however, her curiosity demanded satisfaction.  Without looking at him, she volunteered information.

“But there’s no mystery about it.  Phil borrowed the knife to fix a stirrup leather, and forgot to give it back to me.”

“Your brother?”

“Yes.”

He was taken aback.  There was nothing for it but a white lie.  “I found it near Yeager’s mine yesterday.  I reckon he must have dropped it on his way there.”

“I don’t see anything very mysterious about that,” she said frostily.

She looked so definitely unaware of him as she worked that he fell back from the window and passed out to the porch.  He had found out more than he wanted to know.

Jim Yeager’s drawling voice came to him, gentle and low as usual, but with an edge to it.  “I been discoverin’ I’m some unpopular to-day, Brill.  Malpais has been expressin’ its opinion right plain.  You’ve arrived in time to chirp in with a ‘Me, too.’”

Healy had evidently just ridden up, for he was still in the saddle.  He relaxed into one of the easy attitudes used by men of the plains to rest themselves without dismounting.

“You know my sentiments, Jim,” he replied, not unamiably.

“Sure I know them.  Plumb dissatisfied with me, ain’t you?  Makes me feel awful bad.”  Jim was sailing into the full tide of his sarcasm when Keller touched him on the shoulder.

“I’d like to see you for a moment, Mr. Yeager, if you can give me the time,” he said.

Healy took in the nester with an eye of jade.  “Your twin brother wants you, Jim.  Run along with him.  Don’t mind us.”

“I won’t, Brill.”

The young man rose, and sauntered off with the Bear Creek settler.  At the corral fence, some fifty yards from the house, he stopped under the shade of a live oak, and put his arms on the top rail.  He had allowed himself to show no sign of it, but he resented this claim upon him that seemed to ally him further with the enemy.

“Here I am, Mr. Keller.  What can I do for you?”

“You’re a friend of Miss Sanderson.  You would stand between her and trouble?” the other demanded abruptly.

“I expect.”

“Then find out for me what Phil Sanderson did with the knife his sister lent him two days ago.  Find out whether he lent it to anybody, and, if so, who.”

“What for?”

It had come to a show-down, and the other tabled his cards.

“I found that knife yesterday mo’ning.  It was lying beside the dead cow in the park where your friends happened on me.  I reckon the rustlers must have heard me coming and drove the calf away just before I arrived.  In his hurry one of them forgot that knife.  If you’ll tell me the man who had it in his pocket yesterday when he left-home, I’ll tell you who one of the Malpais rustlers is.”