"That's a damn lie about Ramos!" he said. "If he's dead Garman's gang
killed him---Garman himself probably--afterwards."
"How do you know?"
"Willy High Pockets has been here."
"What!"
"Yep. I had him hid down in Blease's shack, but he beat it away."
"Then it was that poor Indian Garman was after!"
"Not quite. There was a white man, too. A guy that Willy met out in
the swamp some place when he beat it that day after Garman had handled
him. It was this white man that Garman was after. Willy was with him.
Garman's bunch had 'em trapped on an island down in the swamp, but
Willy happened to know an Injun way out and they slipped the noose.
Willy came crawling in here last night. He's got a tear from a
forty-four along his hip and the white man sent him to us to get it
doctored up and keep him hidden. I slipped down to Blease's and fixed
it up with them to hide him, but he slipped away to join that white man
as soon as we had him sewed up.
"Where is the white man?"
"Still out in the swamp. He steered Willy till they saw the tents and
then he beat it back."
"Who is he?"
"Don't know; Willy wasn't telling."
"What does Garman want to get him for?"
"Willy 'donno' that either. He 'donno' anything at all about this guy
in the swamp.
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