"I ain't never seen him." "And why d'you want to see him?
What d'you know about him ?" It flashed through the mind of Bull that it would be useless to tell what he knew of Pete.

Obviously nobody would believe what he could tell of how Reeve had met and shot down Uncle Bill Campbell.

For Bill Campbell was a historic figure as a fighter in the mountain regions, and surely his face must be bright even at this distance from his home.

That he could have walked beyond the sphere of Campbell's fame in five days never occurred to Bull Hunter.
"I dunno nothing good," he confessed.
There was a change in the sheriff.

He descended from the floor of the veranda with a stiff-legged hop and took Bull by the arm, leading him down the street.
"Son," he said earnestly, walking down the street with Bull, "d'you know anything agin' this Pete Reeve?
I want to know because I got Pete behind the bars for murder!" "Murder ?" asked Bull.
"Murder--regular murder--something he'll hang for.