The sheriff dismounted and stood beside him.
Calumet gave Toban one look and then spoke shortly: "Taggart," he said.
"Lord!" said Toban, in an awed voice; "what in blazes did you do to him?
I didn't hear no shootin'! Is he dead ?" Both kneeled over the prone figure and Calumet pointed to the haft of a knife that was buried deep in the body near the heart.
"Telza's," said Calumet, as he examined the handle.

"I dropped it here the other night; the night Sharp was killed." "Correct," said Toban; "I saw you drop it." He smiled at the quick, inquiring glance Calumet gave him.
"I was comin' through here after tendin' to some business an' I saw Telza knife Sharp.

I piled onto Telza an' beat him up a little.
Lordy, how that little copper-skinned devil did fight! But I squelched him.

I heard some one comin', thought it was one of Taggarts, an' dragged Telza behind that scrub brush over there.

I saw you come, but I wasn't figgerin' on makin' any explanations for my bein' around the Lazy Y at that time of the night, an' besides I saw the Taggarts sneakin' up on you.