In this case he felt a profound distrust.

There was something wrong about this sheriff, his instincts told him--something gravely wrong.

He disliked the man who had started to ridicule him before many men and was now so confidential, asking his help.
"Sheriff Anderson," he said, "may I see this Reeve ?" "Come right along with me, son.

I ain't pressing you for what you know.

But it may be a thing that'll help me to hang Reeve.